17 And Pregnant

17 And Pregnant

I'm going to begin my story introducing you to who I was when I was 17, how I found out about my pregnancy, what followed, and who I am becoming.

My name is Dierra Davis. I was an honor student throughout high school. I loved my social life and had very high expectations for my life following high school. I was a model for brands such as Belk, Goody Hair, Burt's Bees and more. I was an aspiring scientist with plans for college and graduate school. I was a girlfriend who was living with her boyfriend under her parent's roof due to his unstable living situation. We had been living together for several months before finding out we conceived in October of 2015. I was a teenaged girl who loved her life. I was self-centered and self-absorbed. My life and its happenings mattered the most to me. As you could imagine, becoming pregnant drastically changed my outlook on life. 

In October 2015, a late period led me to taking a pregnancy test. I followed the instructions and several minutes later found myself staring at a positive pregnancy test. In the moment, my life sudden stopped and was swallowed by anxiety. I motioned to my boyfriend to come look at the test and muttered that I was pregnant. I thought it was just a pregnancy scare like I had experienced beforehand... I never thought the test would actually be positive... I was instantly searching for the price and administration of an abortion pill with my boyfriend in the background already hoping to keep the newfound life. I wasn't ready for my life to be over. I was ready for parties and college and independence. A few hours later, I told my mom and we planned to go to the doctor as soon as possible. The doctor then confirmed my pregnancy and looked at me with straightforward eyes asking if I knew what I planned to do. I had no idea what to do. My heart felt more like a gaping hole and I found myself losing my breath again. It took me several days of contemplation before making a decision. 

I considered the most important parts of my life that a child would need to be rightfully taken care of in this world: finances, support, and absolute dedication from myself. I knew I was financial able to care for a child with my modeling income. I have an awesome family with enough love and support for any trying times. I knew my boyfriend wanted to spend the rest of his life with me and that he wanted to be the best father he could be to our child. And I also knew that I could handle it. I was rather mature, mindful, and ready to take on the world. I decided that I had no reason not to keep the pregnancy. I didn't know at the time, but I made the best decision of my life. 

My pregnancy was tough on me. I had hyperemesis gravidarum, which is more commonly referred to as extreme morning sickness. I lost 10 pounds in the first three months of my pregnancy and felt like an entirely different person. My sickness continued throughout my ENTIRE pregnancy. I no longer wished to socialize. I was a homebody, I no longer applied makeup or really cared about my appearance. I don't know who I was during my pregnancy, but she cried a lot and slept even more. I hated being pregnant... Besides the fact that I was growing a human; that was pretty amazing. I loved the movements, the cute bump, the oneness and protection I shared with my baby. But I was pretty miserable to be honest. 

My pregnancy came to an end and I became a mother at 38 weeks and 3 days. On July 13th 2016 I gave birth to my son, Perseus Andrew. I am now a mother. I possess a love that could save the world... A love that created a life. I am selfless, motivated, and strong. I am still an aspiring scientist with plans to attend UNC-Wilmington starting the spring semester. I am still modeling and continuing my career. I am a mother. I am the best me I have ever been, although I am still in the process of becoming the new, transformed woman I am now. I feel like my life has just begun! 

Cover Photo and Artle Photo By Michael O'Neill

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