Our Story

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This is a short version of my crazy, year of 2014, 2015.

Submitted: May 07, 2016

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On August 2nd, 2014 I found out I was pregnant. I was 13 years old turning 14 in January. I was at my aunt's house for Belgian American days. I had an idea that I might be pregnant because I had missed my period but that’s happened before. Sometimes it just skipped a month. Anyway, I moved into my aunt’s house after that. I needed a better school. It was hard moving away from my boyfriend. We made it work though. In September, my mom was caught selling her prescription pills so she went to jail. My dad also went to jail around that time. In October, I met my boyfriend’s parents for the first time. We had been together for a year that August but I’d never met his parents because they live in Kentucky. Later that month, I saw my boyfriend and he was upset because we didn’t have much time to spend together because i had to visit my family too. So, later that night I guess he went out with his friend, got drunk and high, and robbed a bank. Two days later, he was arrested. Now, by November, my mom, dad, and boyfriend were in jail and i was about 16 weeks pregnant. On November 16, 2014, I found out I was having a boy. My boyfriend waited a whole month to call me after he got arrested. His first excuse was that he was scared as to how I would react. He later changed it to that he didn’t know my number. I think he didn’t call because he wanted a break from me and that’s understandable because I wasn’t the best girlfriend. By late December, my dad was out of jail and I started talking to everyone again. I don’t know why but after my mom went to jail I just sort of stopped talking to my dad’s side of the family. It was hard. In February, my boyfriend finally got out of jail. We weren’t allowed to see each other though. I never understood why my family would do that to us and our son. Why wouldn’t you want a baby to have his father around? He broke up with me a week before our son was born. I snuck out to see him when I was at my old house and he told me he was with someone else. I was devastated. That was the first time we’ve seen each other in six months. My family found out I went to see him. They were mad and took my phone away for two weeks. But i got it back early just in case I went into labor and no one was around. On March 26, 2015, I got home from school and had to walk up a quarter-mile-long driveway to the house while I had to use the bathroom because I had a hour and a half bus ride. After I went to the bathroom, I was getting up and I felt a feeling like a balloon popped and some stuff came out. I wasn’t sure if it was my water breaking because at that point I had so much weight on my bladder. But it was my water breaking so I frantically called my aunt and texted my boyfriend. I didn’t have my hospital bag packed either so while waiting for a ride, I packed it. My aunt wasn’t able to come get me because my little cousin had messed with her lights that morning so her battery was dead. Finally, my uncle picked me up and we went to my aunt’s work to get her car started. When we got to the hospital, I was seven centimeters dilated. I remember them saying “You’re at 7! Looks like we’re going to have a baby soon!”. So, of course after that i just started panicking like oh my gosh i’m scared. They were asking me all these questions about if I wanted the epidural or a mirror or anything and it was very overwhelming. I was shaking really bad. The next step was the epidural. I didn’t hurt getting it. I just wanted my lower back pain to go away. It was really uncomfortable though. My aunt was texting my boyfriend for me and I was relieved that she let him be there. After four hours of labor, Aydden James-Anthony Gonzales was born. He was eight pounds, four ounces and 23 inches long. He was born at 9:13pm. He was beautiful. Everything to me. From that moment on he would come first in front of everything. Nothing could get in our way. It seemed like everything was finally falling into place. For the next couple days, we were in the hospital. Our little family. A lot of people from school came to visit and gave us flowers and cards. I didn’t have a baby shower because I had pretty much everything I needed from my family. I would breastfeed him and no, it didn’t really hurt. On March 29, 2015, we went home. That was suppose to be my due date. That week was pretty hard. It was pretty painful too. Every time Aydden cried, I would cry because I felt like I was doing something wrong. Three days after we got home, I took Aydden to the emergency room because he wouldn’t eat. They just said that he was just having an off day and would probably eat a lot the next day. He didn’t though. He ate more than the previous day but still not like he used to. One morning Aydden was whining like he always would and the cat meowed at him and then Aydden would whine back at the cat and they did that for like five minutes. It was really funny. For Easter, we went to my grandma’s house AKA my old house. On Sunday, my grandma was taking care of him and she said he tensed up for a few seconds and then just went back to normal. We came to the conclusion that he probably just scared himself like baby’s often do. We were wrong though. Later that night, I was getting ready for bed and I was on the phone with Aydden’s dad when Aydden tensed up again and he wasn't breathing. I started freaking out and yelled for my aunt. I was trying to talk to Aydden, telling him to breathe and I was crying. My aunt didn’t come so I ran upstairs to her room with Aydden who was now pretty blue and I said Ashleigh I think something’s wrong and she took him and told me to call 911. I ran downstairs and called 911. When the ambulance came they checked him out and began asking questions. I was really scared. They took him in the ambulance with me. They gave him shots and then they told me to step out because I probably didn’t want to see them intubate him (put a breathing tube down his throat). About a half hour later, they told me to just go in my aunt’s car and meet them at the hospital. It was about midnight now. After waiting in the emergency room for about 2 hours they said they were going to airlift him to Sioux Falls but I couldn’t go in the helicopter with him. When we got to Sioux Falls they were testing him. We were there for about 12 hours and I was only running on coffee and a couple hours of sleep. They decided to airlift Aydden and I to Rochester now. The plane ride was scary. Luckily, Aydden’s dad was able to find a ride to Rochester so he could be there. In Rochester they did so many tests. After being there for three days, they told us he has bacterial meningitis and he only had a few minutes to live when we decide to take the intubator out. That was a hard night for me. We informed my family about everything and a lot of them came to visit because most of them have never met Aydden. On April 9th, 2015, we said goodbye to Aydden. We spent the day taking pictures and making hand prints and stuff to remember him by. His heart didn’t stop beating until about a hour or two after we took out the tubes. That day was really hard. He was two weeks old that day. Nothing can describe the feeling I felt for several weeks after that day. The pain is still very strong but I’ve learned how to basically just push it aside and just keep moving. We had his funeral a week after his death. Many of my family and friends came. Some people even came from school. I guess that’s the end of our story. It’s hard to say goodbye but sometimes you have no choice. Fly high my little man <3

R.I.P Aydden James-Anthony Gonzales <3

 


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