My Miracle

by Raychel

When I was 14, a couple weeks before I started my freshman year, I met a kid named Cody. When I first met him, we didn't really hit it off.

For some reason, he invited me to a bonfire a couple weeks before school started. I went, and we started talking, and eventually became really close.

We dated our whole freshman year.

My dad didn't really like him; he thought he wasn't good enough for me. But I stayed with him.

He treated me so good. He was always there for me when I needed him, and he was that one person I could tell anything to. I told him everything, he told me everything.

By sophomore year, I knew I fell bad for him.

One day, I was over to his house, cuddling on the couch, and his mom and step dad went to the store briefly. His brother was down the street, so we were by ourselves.

Well, one thing led to another, and we ended up going all the way.

So every time I went over, we found some time to ourselves, and we'd just fool around.

Well, I ended up getting pregnant.

The second I found out, I called him, and I thought he'd be mad.

I was really scared.

But he said, “I’m so happy for us, babe!”

I went over his house, and we told his mom and step dad. His mom was understanding because she had him when she was 15.

I made Cody's mom call my parents because I knew they'd be mad.

They told her to tell me that I either had to get an abortion or go through with adoption or they'd kick me out.

I talked to Cody and his mom and she said that I was more than welcome to live with them if Cody and I decided to keep our baby.

Of course, we did.

A couple weeks later, after I was living at Cody's house, I made an appointment, and the nurse gave me a sonogram.

She looked scared when she glanced at the screen.

I thought my baby wasn't going to make it.

Cody held my hand.

She broke the news by saying, “Well ... this could be good or bad …” We waited impatiently and she finished, “Congratulations, you're having twins.”

Cody squeezed my hand and we looked at each other in shock.

"It's a boy and a girl," the nurse added, before leaving.

We still decided to keep them.

Twins!

I was so excited. A boy and a girl!

I was just so happy that Cody still wanted to keep them and be a father and still be with me.

They were due in late June.

I finished out my sophomore year, even though I was showing a lot by the last few weeks.

I didn't care what anyone said about me. I was getting too excited.

My due date, June 22, came and went.

Three days later, on a Friday night, a bunch of people came over for a bonfire.

My water broke that night.

I found it ironic that my water broke at the bonfire, and that's basically how Cody and I got together in the first place.

I was in labor for 36 hours.

Cody was there with me the whole time. He never left.

His mom brought us food, and his step dad and brother sat in the waiting room. (Our friends from the bonfire were in there, too, even though I had no idea)

Finally, June 24, at 2:19 a.m., my daughter was born.

We named her Kennedi Rose.

Three minutes later, at 2:22 a.m., my son was born.

We named him Chase Michael.

All our friends came in the room a couple hours later and took turns holding them.

The only people that weren't there was my parents.

I hadn't spoken to them once during my pregnancy. The last time I spoke to them was briefly on the phone when Cody's mom told them I was pregnant.

It's almost been a year now.

Kennedi and Chase are growing up healthy and strong.

Cody and I are still together, and he's great with them.

Keeping up with twins is twice the work, but twice the rewards.

The first couple months were tough, but Cody was always there for me. I couldn't have done it without him.

Usually, every other Friday or Saturday, we go to the movies or go out to eat or go bowling.

It's almost always just the two of us, but occasionally we go out in a big group.

We still make time for ourselves, but we don't over-do it.

His mom, step dad, and brother are great with them as well.

I just wish my parents would be a part of their grandchildren’s lives, but they made that decision, not me.

I just want to say that if I could do this, ANYONE can.

And if you're not a teen mom yet, DON'T RUSH TO BE ONE.

Live your life, cherish your youth.

Because the minute you find out you're pregnant, you have to grow up 10 years in a minute.

Sorry this was so long.

YOU CAN DO IT!

Be strong and lots of luck!

-Raychel