Becoming a Parent (Part 1)

I became pregnant with my daughter the summer prior to my second semester of my college freshmen year. I was scared to tell my parents, worried whether she will be healthy, and afraid of becoming a parent. It was the start of my freshman year and I struggled to make it through the fall semester because of morning sickness coupled with the adjustments that come with getting use to college work and life. Somehow I managed to get up every  morning to make it to class. I had a lot to deal with. Needless to say, my grades suffered, although some were average, some were failing.

Unlike some women, my morning sickness lasted through my entire pregnancy, which was PURE HELL. The only time I had any relief was when I was asleep. I didn’t know what to do to relieve my sickness and I was not about to ask my mom so I suffered. My daughter’s father manage to get me to prenatal care without my parents knowing, but I knew at some point I would not be able to hide it from them anymore. All the while, I was thinking about when, where, and how I would tell my parents.

It was before the Thanksgiving holidays that I decided to tell my mom.  I made the decision to no longer hide the fact that I was pregnant because she asked me if I was pregnant one morning after noticing the bump in my belly. I  told her yes I was. She then asked me questions such as: Who’s the father? How far along was I? Have I been getting prenatal care? Next, I had to tell my father who was sitting by the kitchen window. I told him with a tear coming down my right eye. He gave a surprised look. I kept my pregnancy a secret as long as I could because I was afraid of how my parents would react. Not saying that they weren’t upset, but they reacted more calmly than I thought they would. I recall my mom saying that my paternal grandmother asked them not be angry at me and to support me, in which they did.

During this time, I continued to get prenatal care, enrolled in a local childbirth class, baby shop, and other baby preparation tasks. I remember my dad making a cute comment, “Our daughter brought us home a Christmas present”, referring to my at the time unborn daughter. Now, I thought what my dad said was sooo darn cute. That comment continues to make me smile to this day.

The following April on a Sunday, my daughter was born and we were soooo happy to welcome our baby daughter and granddaughter into the world and our lives. She was born at 8:45 p.m. and weighed 6 lbs. 8.5 ounces. I was happy that there were no complications during the pregnancy and that she came out beautiful, healthy, strong….and hungry. Lol. I was eager to put the parenting techniques I read about in practice, buy cute little outfits and toys, and receive visits and gifts from family members and friends.

After my daughter was born I stayed in the hospital until the Wednesday following her birth. I was eager to leave the hospital to bring her home and continue physically healing. Her first day at home was wonderful, but she had a hard time that night. She cried most of the  night and would not go to sleep. I learned that it probably was because she had become adjusted to the hospital environment and had to get adjusted to being home. Once she got adjusted to home, she slept both day and night. She also had a good appetite. I decided to try breastfeeding; I did, but I found that it was rough starting off and was concerned as to how I would continue to do so once I started back to school. I ditched the breastfeeding and bottle feed instead.

I spent the rest of that spring and summer up until mid-August preparing to return to school.  I have also gotten hired as a freelance writer at a local newspaper in June to get some  practice and experience as a Mass Communication major. I decided that I would continue work as a freelance writer while attending school and raising my daughter. Things have gotten off to a great start!

After some time of working, attending school, and raising my daughter on top of that other duties and responsibilities at home, I found that juggling all four was quite overwhelming, so I quit my job at the newspaper and just concentrated on school and raising my daughter. Time management was a big issue because there was just not enough hours in the day. It drove me crazy. Lol. I couldn’t image how much of a job it was to raise a child while working and attending school.

This concludes the first part of my story on becoming a parent and juggling school and a job. I will continue my story on becoming a parent, part 2 in my next post. Thank you for dropping by! Stay posted!

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