Allow me to reintroduce myself…..

Before I continue on with any more post (or rants) about my life, my kids, my madness and insanity, I think it’s only fair that I give you a better understanding of who I am. Who I really am.

I have been through many things, many good, MANY bad. Some things that pretty much everyone goes through, and some that most people do not. I would often question how I still had a heart, how I didn’t become an evil person filled with hate, and used to constantly think the infamous question, “why me?”. But I have learned everything happens for a reason and because of that I wouldn’t take back any of my life experiences knowing it has made me who I am today. The bad doesn’t need to be relived in detail, it’s said and done and thankfully over, but to know me is to know my story, so let’s begin…

My name is irrelevant. I am not a celebrity, therefore, my name is just a name and I am a nobody to the outside world (for now).

As for my age, some may be (and usually are) surprised to know I am actually only 24 years old. Yes, that is a two in front of that four. Yes, that means I have just graduated high school six years ago. And finally, YES, that means I was and still am a young mom. But NO, that does not mean I have not been through probably more than some double my age has, and No that does not mean I am any less of a parent or woman than someone who has partied their 20’s away and waited until they were 30 to have their first child and start their “grown up” life. So now that we have that out of the way, let’s move on 🙂

I was the daughter of a teen mom, and I became a teen mom. I was in young “love” and made terrible, immature, irresponsible decisions during my first couple years in high school. I went from being in a mentally gifted program and being accepted into one of the best schools in the city by 5th grade, to not caring about school, my education, well being or my future, and dug myself in a deeper and deeper hole that I thought I would never be able to crawl out of. (I honestly don’t know how my mother didn’t disown me at some points). But that all changed the moment I found out I was expecting my first child. I changed my life around, never missed school and became that “A” student my teachers and parents would tell me I was more than capable of being. I finished high school the best I had been in years. I walked off that green grass with my cap and gown on and went over to hold my 2 month old baby boy for pictures feeling extremely proud of myself. While most women take maternity leave to relax with their newborn and recover physically, emotionally and mentally from the process of giving birth, I was doing school work and meeting with my teacher to make sure I was not only keeping up with my grades, but would be there with my class to celebrate this huge accomplishment. And I was.

I went on to work while completing full time college courses for two years and obtained my associates in Elementary Education before having my second child with the man I married and now call my husband. Along with some tough times and a bit of a rough pregnancy, I had a post partum hemmorhage with my second that ended with the doctor manually, by hand, contracting my uterus to stop the bleeding and save me from loosing any more blood than I already had. I screamed in excruciating pain as my husband stroked my hair, and reassured me everything would be ok as much as he possibly could. That admittedly was the most painful thing I have ever been through, especially when you refuse the epidural since I made the decision to give birth to all my kids “naturally”. That definitely won the top spot for the scariest moment of my life. (A deer running into my car as I was driving with my newborn comes in at a close 2nd). After that, I made the decision to focus on just working to help support my growing family before being let go from my previous job after finding out I was pregnant (which was a surprise to both mommy and daddy….the pregnancy and the loss of a job at the worst possible time). Thankfully, my husband got a new job and I became a stay at home mom while being pregnant with my third and last child, who gave me a hell of a pregnancy so may have been the best thing in the end after all.

And here we are today…after being through hell and back since a very young age, dealing with things I can only hope my kids never have to experience in life, and pushing through every obstacle life has put in my path, I am finally in a good place. We just recently got a new home that we love, our babies are all here and healthy, and I got the opportunity to wake up today to see another sunrise, kiss my husband and kids, and write this post for a blog I never thought or knew I would have.

So that is my story (at least a very small part of it) and this is who I am and forever will be.

Sincerely, Me.