My Narrancy Is A Happy Pregnancy

Society say, “Every pregnancy is a happy pregnancy.” Unfortunately, this statement is not true to all of us. Through my experience it was an emotional roller coaster. It was an unexpected surprise that had my world feeling like it was crashing down at the age of sixteen. It was the end of my outgoing childhood, or so I thought. The blank stare of shock came upon my pale face when discovering I was pregnant. My emotions then lead me to believe that I would be struggling with two low income jobs to support a child by myself. I knew right then that over the period of nine months I would have to make the most critical decisions of my life.
I remember it like it was just yesterday. I woke up one cold Tuesday morning on February 17th, 2009. The sharp throbbing pain at my left ovary side felt like it had its own pulse. It was a pain I have never experienced before in my life. The weakness of my body made it hard for me to walk that day. My stomach was bare like the shelves at a retail store after a “Black Friday” event. I became so sick that I was retching to vomit, but was only encountered by the awful bitter taste of acid reflux.
The ride

After hours of waiting the doctor walked through the heavy brown door to my room. My mother and I sat patiently, as he looked at me with concern on his freckled face. He then opened his thin bright pink lips and said, “Ma’am there’s no easy way of saying this, your daughter had a cyst on her ovary that burst, it most likely was caused by her trying to miscarriage her fetus.” The room filled with silence; all that made a sound was the brown heavy door closing as the doctor left out the room. My mom and I was confused by the news, it took a few minutes to sink into our minds. In a matter of seconds my body felt every emotion passing through except for happiness. The fear of something being wrong changed to the fear of my complete life