Aaron came home right on time. There were no extra days in the hospital and there was no mention of anything wrong.
It took me a while to recover from the C- section so we spent a lot of time cuddling at home.
Aaron's dad was a great help and really looked out for us.
Since our high school had so many pregnant girls at the time we were actually given 6 weeks maternity leave.
But yet that daycare on campus we were fighting for couldn't happen because it might promote teen pregnancy. What?!
When Aaron was 6 weeks old I headed back to school to finish up my Senior year of high school.
I was one of the lucky ones who actually got to go back. My mother was nice enough to keep Aaron for those last three months so I could graduate. A "favor" she never let me forget for the rest of my life.
I do appreciate the help as there were a lot of girls I knew who weren't able to finish high school. The dads didn't stick around and they had no babysitter.
Aaron's dad was by my side every step of the way; although it was a rocky road.
Even though my mom was watching Aaron that last few months of high school she had kicked me out of her house the minute she found out I was pregnant.
This meant I was living with my dad and his brand new wife; this must have been fun for them.
The school I had gone to since 7th grade was an hour away from where they were living.
Aaron's dad was working nights at a gas station in the town we grew up in; the town my high school was in.
He would get off work and drive the hour to pick me up. Bring me to school and then sleep in his car until I got out of school and it was time to pick me up.
Then he drove me back to my dad's, grabbed a little dinner and started the cycle all over again.
Unfortunately I had not been allowed to get my driver's license yet so I couldn't help him out much.
Yep, the baby came before the license or the diploma.
Thank God for a good man who stood beside us.
It was also one of the first years that open enrollment was a thing. I was so thankful for that. Despite all the hassle, I certainly did not want to finish my senior year in a whole new school.
At just a few months old we started noticing issues with Aaron.
He wouldn't follow with his eyes or track objects like he should. He didn't respond to us or look over when we spoke to him.
I did push back on the fact that there may be something wrong for a while because my mother was the biggest nay sayer. Nearly every day when I would pick him up after school she had something negative to say about his progress.
At 17 I most definitely did not want to hear it from my mother.
Since we were young parents we were going to a teen parenting class each week and the educators there thought maybe he was deaf.
They had me hold him and they dropped a big huge box near to him. Boy did he ever jump. Oh, Thank God, he's not deaf, I thought.
Looking back, deaf would have been a lot easier a solution.
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