Amazing Mistake

Prologue

Everyone makes mistakes. Last year when I attended my best friends birthday party I was just a sophomore. I was popular, had the best guy in school as my boyfriend, and I drank a lot. Thinking back on those days I have many regrets. I had a bit too much to drink and ending up in bed with my boyfriend. I regret that and but I don't regret what happened after that... anymore. For nine months I did regret it but holding him in my arms is a joy no one can describe unless you are a mom yourself. 

Bryce become my amazing mistake.

I got pregnant. Because it was towards the end of senior year I hid my belly until school got out. It was pretty easy to hide it for those three months but I had to skip many days after that. I ended school successfully without giving up my secret and quickly left with my family for a vacation. I lost contact with everyone, including my boyfriend. I didn't mind that much because it helped me keep my baby a secret.

My mom, dad, and younger brother Grayson were my support team and they were there for me during every emotional break down and every angry outbreak. I hated the baby because it reminded me of my stupid decisions every time I looked at my growing stomach and yet I never gave it up. I didn't believe in abortion and I hadn't made up my mind about adoption yet. I still had months to decide on that.

At six months I went to the doctor in Miami, Florida and found out I was having a boy. I waited out the rest of the long nine months in Minnesota with my dad's family. Everyone there helped me, and Grayson and my grandma read bedtime stories to my stomach every night without fail. I was the happiest I'd ever been while living in Minnesota. While we were there Grayson learned how to ride a horse, my grandpa taught my mom how to fix a car, and my auntie Beth taught me all about being a mom. She went shopping with me for clothes, toys, and bedroom decorations. I became close with my cousins and slowly became a country girl. I helped my uncles feed the animals and milk the cows, and I helped my aunts do the laundry. I never wanted to sit around and do nothing otherwise I would get antsy. As nine months neared I slowed down and eventually had to stay put inside and o less demanding shoes. I folded laundry and fed the children, with the help of my new best friend, Annie. She is Beth's daughter and only a year older than me. 

On November 21st my beautiful son was born. I knew right when I held his fragile body in my arms that I couldn't give him up. I named him Bryce Cole. Cole was my boyfriend's name so it only seemed right to make that his middle name. One I was safely stetted in at home I got the courage to call Cole only to have him breakup with me before I could break the news to him. He said he had moved on and I should've been in contact sooner.

I couldn't cry. I didn't want to because I realized that I never loved him. I used him for popularity and we barely talked outside of school. Bryce barely looked like Cole at all and mostly resembled me in both the color of his eyes and his nose.

I stayed in Minnesota with my family until I turned 18 which was only one month. I made the decision that I wanted to move back to our hometown in Washington. I refused to let them come with because I wanted to experience being a mother on my own without the help of anyone else. My parents sent me off crying and I even cried a little but I promised to visit and call as much as possible. So that winter I left on a plane with Bryce bundled up in two blankets and a fuzzy hat.