I was slightly older at 21 when I had my first DD, and had lived alone since I was 18 (won’t go into why here, suffice to say I was on track for As at A Level until my life blew up just weeks before), I didn’t sit my exams. I never went home because I didn’t have a home to go back to.
I worked in a call centre, dealing with insurance claims, had DD2 at 24, ExDP left for OW when I was 26, decided he could only by arsed to see them once a month so no help there, and I had DD3 at 29 and had to flee DV from ExH.
I did college at 30, when DD3 was 4 months old. College paid for her childcare for the 3 days I was there (Access Science), but didn’t cover childcare for over 5s, and by this point I was on Income Support and had just moved into a council house after being in a refuge.
It cost me £60 a week in childcare for DDs 1&2. I paid this by, frankly, living off beans on toast/porridge for the entire time I was at college, didn’t buy anything new for myself, got all my bills as low as possible etc. I weighed around 7.5 stone by the end of that year; but at 5ft 2, that’s not too bad.
DD3 didn’t sleep, I had PTSD, I had to flee my hometown so I had no support, I spent countless hours with her in a sling on my back whilst writing up coursework/revising for exams/doing my UCAS application.
60% of my class mates had dropped out by Christmas; they were all a decade younger than me with no children and found it too hard/too much. Course leader said that was a normal amount/the usual reasons. So I have no clue how I managed it, let alone how I managed to get all Distinctions. I applied to 5 Unis - 4RGs, 1 Top 20. Got offers from all barring 1.
Having no support system helped in this respect; it meant I could go wherever I wanted.
It got easier at Uni as SF do cover 85% of the cost of childcare for all children, which covered my high contact hours/commute with the odd morning/afternoon to revise/do coursework when there was nothing scheduled, but it still required a lot of working from DDs were asleep at 7-8pm till 1am.
It meant they were dropped at 7:30am and picked up at 5:30pm, 5 days a week. Eldest two dropped at one place that covered their school, youngest at another as she was 16 months when I started Uni.
I went part time during Covid as lockdowns made it impossible to study, plus my degree has a lot of lab time and it was completely closed for that academic year. I stayed part time for my third year as middle DD was really unwell and had a lot of appointments, so it’s taken me 5 years to complete my degree, 6 years including the college year.
Graduated with a First, did a few extra qualifications on the side via Uni for free, was a course rep, did a few short term paid jobs at Uni directly with my Professors, some in term time (things like developing/changing degree content etc) and I did two mini internships over the summer, funded by Uni. Starting a Masters in January.
14YO said to me after my graduation “You could have thrown the towel in so many times, but you didn’t. You’re amazing. But honestly, Mum? Fuck this. I know I can do my life whatever way round I choose, but sorry not sorry, I will be doing this first.”
Which is pretty much what I was aiming for in terms of the impression it would leave on them…