“Mom, I have been feeling sick, I think I’m pregnant,” I told my mom crying. She just looked at me in disbelief, like her heart had just been ripped out. I was so upset because I knew I had hurt her more than anything, I was only 16 years old, and I had already put my parents through so much. This had to be the most hurt breaking though.
“It will be ok, we will go to the clinic and find out for sure,” my mom tried to comfort me, “Don’t cry it’s going to be ok.” I knew she didn’t really mean that, but just hearing her say it, it made me feel better. Now to tell my dad, I bare to hear what he had to say. He never really took anything that well; he would usually just get quiet and not talk that much.
I took a deep breath as I waited to hear what my dad had to say. Mom told him so I wouldn’t have to; I was way too scared to do it myself. He came in to the room and to my surprise he wasn’t mad at me at all. He said, “It will be ok, you can your mom can go to the clinic tomorrow and get everything started, we will take care of you and the baby.” I could still see that he was hurt, but not mad like I thought he would be.
“Welcome to the Hope Resource Center,” the lady at the desk asked, “How can I help you?” I told the lady that I thought I was pregnant and we needed a test to make sure. She led me to the bathroom and then to a private seating room, there I would find out if I was going to be a Teen Mom. This was way before MTV made it cool to get pregnant while still in high school.
The counselor said to me, “Go ahead a place a few drops on the little circle.” I was shaking so bad, I don’t think I had ever been so scared in my life, or ever will be. We had to wait 3 minutes before the test was ready to read, it felt like 3 hours instead. “Go ahead and look at the screen and if there are 2 lines you’re pregnant, if there is only 1 you’re not,” I heard as I walked over to the counter. The moment of truth am I going to be a mother?
“There are two lines, but one of them you can barely see,” I stated with the test in my hand, “Does it still mean yes?” The lady told me to sit down and she went and got my mother, so she could speak to us together. “The test shows that your daughter is pregnant and based on her last period she is about 6 weeks,” she stated, “That is why the second line is so light in color.” I just sat there for a minute; I couldn’t speak, or even think. This was the moment when I went from a child to an adult.