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I was 17 when I first got pregnant, I knew I was pregnant right away. I was in the 10th grade and thought I knew everything. What teenage girl doesn't think that? I lived with my sister and my Mom, that was very ill with diabetes. I had lost my Father the year before and became very rebellious. I miscarried my twins on October 6th 1991 and October 8th 1991. I remember having the cramping and the pain on the 6th of October. I went to the hospital due to bleeding and the ER doc had told me that there wasn't anything they could do for me if I was to lose the baby, only because I was only 2 months along. I went home that night and could barely sleep due to the pain. I remember getting up in the middle of the night needing to use the restroom, and I felt a big clot pass. I was terrified to look and see my fetus in the toilet, so I flushed it away. I went to bed that night wondering if what I had done was the right thing. The doctor said they couldn't save it, so why did I think that I could? I didn't know that I was carrying twins until the cramping and bleeding began again on October 8th. I was in my room with my niece and I had cramping again. I went into the bathroom to check and I found twin #2. I instantly began crying and I was taken to the hospital. The doctors checked me and said I would be fine. I wasn't fine, I have never had such an empty feeling as I did that night. I felt empty for weeks.

A month or two passed and I was trying to get on with my life and with school. I met my new boyfriend through a mutual friend and I thought we were going to be together forever. We were together for 2 months before I found out I was expecting again. After losing the twins, I didn't want to have this next baby. I didn't tell my Mom that I was pregnant until I was about three months along. Actually, she told me I was pregnant. I had left a package of menstrual pads on the counter in the bathroom for two months, with only one pad missing from the package. Maybe I was trying to let her know in a subtle way.
I was now 18 years old and still in the 10th grade. I wanted to go to college to become and OB/GYN nurse, but I also wanted to become a mom. Which road do I take? I automatically knew which road I was taking. I wanted to be a mom more than a nurse. My baby's Father finally told his parents that I was expecting on Easter morning, boy that wasn't a good day for him. I was 18 and he was 17. He lived about an hour away from me, so how were we going to

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