Taking the pregnancy test, I held my breath. It was August 2020, and I was three weeks pregnant with my first child. But I was only 18 years old and had been with my partner, Billy Bailey, who was 23 and a team leader butcher, for just seven months. We had met eight months earlier in December 2019 during a night out in our hometown of Leicester. The baby was an unexpected and exciting surprise, although we hadn’t used contraception. I had a feeling I might be pregnant and bought tests from the shops.
The first one came back negative, but the second one, taken the next morning, was positive. It was a lot to take in all at once, as we were still a relatively new couple. However, despite our youth, Billy and I decided to keep the baby. Fortunately, our families were not too shocked and supported us, even though I was a teenager. I continued to live with my parents until the eighth month of my pregnancy, and I was scared I would end up homeless – it was very stressful, especially as I also suffered from morning sickness.
Trolls were convinced that I was a single mom and claimed I was “ruining my life” by having two babies at such a young age. But Billy loves me, Rui, and the new baby very much. So many people jump to the wrong conclusion that I am a scatterbrain with no idea what I’m doing. The reality is that we’re a loving family, and having our children close in age means they can grow up to be friends and siblings.