A short and sweet story of a teenage mother, or just a mother, this is Jada’s story:
I am strong because I found out I was pregnant at 17, two months into a relationship, and decided then to keep the baby.
I am strong because I decided to end the relationship, because I wasn’t happy anymore.
I am strong because during my pregnancy, I went through the worst depression in my life a month before my son was born.
I am strong because I had my mother and my aunt in the birthing center room to support me while I went through with my natural birth, which showed me just how strong I was.
I am strong because I pushed for an hour (which felt like only five minutes) and gave birth to a 8 lb. 8 oz. healthy boy and picked the name of my son when I met him for the first time.
I am strong because despite the criticism on bed-sharing, I am proud to say I have slept beside my son every night since he was born, and have no plan to stop.
I am strong because I overcame my fear of breastfeeding in public despite my overwhelming social anxiety, and plan on weaning when he is ready.
I am strong because I suffer from postpartum depression and am raising my son, alone, the way I feel is right for the both of us.
I am strong because I am going through with getting my high school diploma so my son and I can have a good future.
I am strong because now, at 19 years of age, I am where I want to be and have great plans that I see myself accomplishing in the future.