**An Unforgettable Journey**

My life is filled with many memorable moments, some that I can even tell you the exact time they occurred. Some things I hope I will always be able to remember but some I wish I could forget. Other people have memorable moments that have probably happened in a day or in a couple hours, mine is different, my memorable moment lasted about 9 months, and of course it would have to be my pregnancy. One of the biggest moments that I know I won’t forget anything about.
I found out I was pregnant last year when I was already two months along, on August the 9th to be exact. I remember because I had just started going back to school a couple of days before. That day I had just come back from buying two pregnancy tests and I remember feeling so scared, I know other girls would be so excited to find out they were having a baby but that was the one thing I feared. I was scared of taking the tests, I was scared of what the test would read and I was scared of what my grandma would say because I already knew she would be anything but happy with me. So, I sat in the bathroom waiting to see how many lines the test would show, of course I was hoping for just one but I ended up seeing two little pink lines. I sat in the bathroom for awhile just staring at the lines and even though it said I was pregnant I still couldn’t believe it. I still had the second test that I hadn’t taken yet so I waited until the next morning to take it. I hadn’t used the bathroom all night because I wanted to wait for when I took the test, and again like it showed before, I WAS pregnant. That morning I remember sitting down in the bathroom thinking about what I was going to do. Then I started crying, because during that time I was still trying to get over the fact that my boyfriend had been deported about 2 months before. I pictured myself. A sixteen year old girl; who had no job and a boyfriend that was somewhere in a whole different country; was going to have a baby in a couple of months. I didn’t tell anyone that I was pregnant but my sister. She was the only person I told at the time because I knew she wouldn’t tell anyone unless I asked her to. A couple months went by and I told my cousins. I didn’t start showing till I was about five months along and that’s around the time that my grandma asked me why I haven’t gone to a doctor yet. I was shocked at the fact that she had asked me that because I didn’t know that she already knew. So from then on I started receiving prenatal care. On my first prenatal visit, October 15, I saw my baby; I got so excited when I saw my baby for the first time.
Since I was already far enough to see whether I was having a boy or a girl, my doctor told me they were going to be able to tell me on that day. It was really hard to see what it was because it wouldn’t stop moving, every time they would get a good sonogram shot it would quickly move, but the ultrasound lady managed to get a good shot of it and she told me I was having a boy.
I was so happy because I was hoping I would have a boy, and for the first time I got what I wanted. Before I left the office they told me that my due date was February 22, and then I started thinking that it was only four months away; which meant my baby would soon be here, and also, meant that I had to hurry and buy his things. A couple months went by making me ten months along and by Christmas I was bigger then ever. Around that time I was ready to pop. I wasn’t able to sleep because of my backaches, I couldn’t sleep on my back because I would run out of breath, and I still had morning sickness which for me was all-day sickness. But I also wanted to see my baby already and it felt like it was taking forever. Two months later February came and I had a doctor’s appointment on the 3rd. It was suppose to be my second to last check-up but my doctor said that I was able to have my baby already if I wanted to. I had two choices: having my baby on the coming week or waiting for the 22nd.
February 10th came and I was in a hospital bed at 8:30 in the morning with a needle in my left hand and a monitor strapped around my stomach. They inserted Pitocin into my medicine to start my contractions and at 12:00 they broke my water. My sister, my cousin, my two best friends, and my friends’ cousin were with me at the time, so I felt less scared. By 6:00 they told me I should be having my baby anytime soon, but I didn’t believe them because it was already the third time I had heard that. By that time nothing else was on my mind but having my baby. My contractions were getting stronger and I couldn’t really do anything but wait. It was February 11, and it was 2:55 in the morning and the only thing I was ready for was to push this baby out. My doctor came in along with seven other nurses and got everything ready. I don’t remember anything else but me pushing. 3:10 came and so did Adan Jaizien Garcia, 20 inches long and weighing in at 7 pounds and 15 ounces. My pregnancy wasn’t just a memorable moment; it was journey full of fear, worries, tears, joy and pain, but going through all of that made me a mother of someone who’s worth everything in the world to me. My fat boy.