Hi Daniella
I was 14 when I fell pg with my ds1.
I was 15 2 months before he was born. I missed all of the first term of year 11, but went back and finished my GCSE's. I was accepted into the sixth form college, but in the end, I chose not to go as he was by then just starting to babble and crawl, and I didn't want to miss out on that time with him. If we had lived nearer to the college, so that I wouldn't have had to spend the whole day apart from him, then I would definitely have gone.
I had been with my bf (who is now my dh) since I was 13, and we got married 4 months after I turned 16.
I was terrified of telling my parents, not because I thought that they would throw me out or anything, but I was upset that I had "let them down" and I wa worried for my bf. I had tried to be careful, but a condom split AND the MAP failed, so he was meant to be, and my dh and I had talked about the possibility of pg before we had ever slept together, so I knew he would stick by me, and I just couldn't contemplate an abortion.
I found out when I was 5 weeeks pg, but by 12 weeks, I just couldn't find the courage to tell my parents. In the end my best friend broke my confidence and told our head teacher, who then spoke to me, and offered to come with me to tell them. (she already knew my parents quite well)
It was terribly upsetting and traumatic, with lots of shouting, and they did try to persuade me to have an abortion, but I can honestly say it was a relief aswell. I purposely didn't want my bf there, as I felt that all of their anger would have ben directed at him.
Now I am 26, we have been married for 10 years and we now have 5 beautiful dc.
There has been hard times, but I think everyone has them!
Good luck with whatever you decide x