Hello! I'm 16 and am now the mother of a lovely baby girl. Here is my birth story:

I was with my boyfriend (now fiance) on the couch watching a movie when my water broke. Soon enough the contractions came. While I was trying to breath through them, my boyfriend called 911 and my parents. Unfortunately, the hospital is kind of far away and our street is kind of hard to get to. The contractions kept getting closer together and harder. No one was there yet, but the biggest contraction yet hit me and I screamed, then bursted into tears. My boyfriend hugged me and felt my stomach. It helped me. After what felt like forever, I felt the first head moving down and screamed again, then had my boyfriend look down there, even though he had no idea what he was doing. I got onto the couch, clutching my stomach is agony. I kept asking, "What do we do?" He helped me up and led me around the house, helping me dilate. I felt another huge contraction and almost fell over, so my boyfriend brought me to the couch again and put some towels down, then rubbed my stomach. I moaned during this part. I felt the urge to push and forgot about the waterbirth we planned and pushed. I felt the 'burning ring of fire' and screamed again. The ambulance finally arrived and took me away. They checked me and said I was fully dialated and I cried. I wasn't ready. With my boyfriend and a doctor nearby, I pushed and pushed and pushed, but made no progress. We got to the hospital and I got in a birth pool. That felt so good. After 20 more minutes of pushing and screaming things like, "Help me!" and "I can't do it!" and "It hurts too much!" my baby arrived. My boyfriend cut the cord and I cried some more.

Now I'm engaged and so happy. I told my fiance, "Let's have another baby," and he said, "You're kidding." I said, "No way!" but I think one baby is fine for me, at least for now!