I was 18 when I found out I was pregnant. It was definitely the scariest but also the happiest moment of my life.
I had an easy pregnancy for the most part. Aside from a little sciatica and heart burn, I was loving life. I couldn’t wait to be a mom, and I found myself maturing very quickly over those first few months.
Then I developed PUPPS rash around 36 weeks. It was awful. I couldn’t sleep at night; a rash covered my entire body. My doctors told me I could be induced early to relieve the rash. No way! I wanted my boy to stay put as long as he felt necessary, so that’s what I did
A week after my due date, my son was born. The little boy the doctors said would be “average”, seven and a half pounds at the very most, came into the world at a whopping nine pounds, seven ounces, and 23 3/4 inches long.
He decided to come mere minutes before they were going to be forced to perform a C-Section. I pushed for 3 1/2 hours, and when he finally arrived, he had the biggest cone-head I had ever seen! Needless to say, I fell immediately in love.
Within a few months, I’d lost the baby weight and was back to my usual size: 5’1″ and 105 pounds. It’s hard to see my belly button these days because the extra skin never went away. My breasts are saggy and they have multiple stretch marks as well. Thank God for pushup bras! I may not be up to wearing a bikini or a two-piece bathing suit anytime soon, but that’s okay, because when I look at these stretch marks and flabby skin, they remind me of a time of strength and love.
He’s now five years old and in the 99th percentile for weight and height and extremely smart. I love answering questions when people ask how on earth I ended up with such a big child. Some people get tattoos to signify a special time in their life; I have these stretch marks, and they are nothing to be ashamed of!
These stretch marks represent this strong, healthy boy, the most important boy I’ll ever have in my life.