Most 20 year olds spend their Friday nights hanging out with their friends and having a few cocktails.
I, on the other hand, would spend them reading uni textbooks, sipping sparkling water and skimming parenting mags.
If you don’t know my story, the above scenario may seem like an odd situation.
You see, at 20, I was halfway through a uni degree and was pregnant with my first child. I guess you could say I wasn’t the average 20 year old.
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When you fall pregnant at a young age, you’re faced with some massive decisions. Especially when you’re halfway to the career of your dreams.
Do you have the baby and do ‘the mum thing’?
Do you do it on your own or together with the father?
Do you quit your studies and give up on the career, or try and give it a shot?
Do you consider whether or not to keep the baby?
The reality is, you consider everything.
You weigh up the pros and the cons of the situation and you come to a sensible decision – OR, if you’re me, you take the biggest risk of your life and you decide to keep the baby, do the mum thing AND have the career.
Not an easy decision for a 20 year old, let me tell you. Nor one my partner and I took lightly.
So there I would sit on my weekends, completing essays while simultaneously reading baby books.
And when my son arrived my life continued to be a juggling act. One day I’d be sitting in lecture halls with a newborn in one arm and a pen and notebook in my other and the next I’d be at mothers‘ group.
Fast-forward a year and there I stood at my graduation ceremony. My partner and son watched on with pride and a very obvious six-month baby bump poked out of my gown.
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