Love and Diapers.

It's 9 am the kids and I have been up for sometime. Three diaper changes and two sipper cups later here I am. So where did we leave off yesterday oh yes... When I met Mark. As I said I had taken on a babysitting job at night where two children were involved one with severe disabilities. So Mark was there during the week which is when I was also present. For the first week not much was said he kept to his room and I kept to the couch with the occasionally few words in passing from the porch to smoke and the bathroom.



After about a week things began to change. More words were shared and we found ourselves spending a lot of time together I found reasons to stay longer in the mornings and to get their earlier at night. It was official I wanted him and I was pretty sure he wanted me. There was only problem.... Age we are nine years apart and I was still a minor.



It started out little things simple flirting and before long my days were practically spent with him completely. Then one night under the summer sun it finally happened. While sitting on the porch smoking a cigarette and talking about the most random things we kissed. I could feel my body pulsing and the butterflies in my stomach dancing for joy as he wrapped his arms around me. It was the most magical moment of my life at that point and I never wanted to let go.


Now take in mind I was 17 years old so as you can imagine when my parents got wind of our blooming romance the poop hit the fan. I was forbidden to see him which of course I took with a grain of salt and as soon as the keys were in the ignition I was speeding back to him. We clashed for a while on the matter, my parents and I but finally knowing my 18Th birthday was only months away my parents decided to allow us to see each other but only after I brought him over to spend some time with my father.



I have always been a daddy's girl. Every pain or ache I wanted my daddy. My daddy is a good man he has worked his fingers to the bone everyday of his life since I came into this world to make sure my brother and I were taken care of and he still does. He loves my kids his grand babies unbelievably. I had and still have my daddy wrapped around my little finger... But my little girl has him wrapped even more than I could ever imagine.



So back to the story. Finally we could be together openly I was so happy. We spent every moment we could together. I took him to work and I was there an hour early when he got off to pick him up. I couldn't wait to hold him in my arms. Our Romance was strong and blooming fast. It wouldn't be but a month or two and we would be living together.



It started as just me visiting his new place a lot, but soon my things began to end up there and eventually so did I. I spent more and more nights over until finally we just moved in the rest of my clothes and furniture. And in the following November we learned I was pregnant. I was feeling so many emotions happy, sad, confused, upset, excited, worried. The emotions were endless.



When I saw the stick I almost passed out luckily Mark was there to catch me. After a few days I had to tell my family. While I could here the sadness in their voices my parents were supporting and as the pregnancy progressed they were excited and anxious for their first grandchild. They did however request that we moved in with them while I had the baby until we could find a new place as the one we had wasn't in the best part of town.



I was 17 three days from 18 and I was scared to death I wanted and needed my mother right now so I was more than happy to go. The pregnancy wasn't exactly easy but it was worth every second of pain for what would come after but I am getting ahead of myself.


When we moved in Mark decided to change jobs since the one he had required him to go in very early and stay gone all day on the weekends. So we were having a baby it was settled. I was raised in a Christan setting so abortion was never an option to me and Adoption... Well I couldn't do that I had too much support and too much love from my family and I to give.

So we were living with my parents and getting ready for our family. As I said yesterday Marc already had a child who was 2 when we met almost 3 and we boned almost instantly. She is a beautiful loving little girl so I love spending time with her she is my first child and will always have the most special place in my heart.


So the months crept by and at Christmas I was given an engagement ring we were going to get married. I was happy although I was missing out on my teenage years I was happy. So I spent my time thinking of baby names, finding clothes, and enjoying every exciting stage in my pregnancy. Soon we found out we were having a little girl.


I tried to work but because I was so far along at that point and I had some slight complications so my Doctor informed me I was on bed rest for the rest of my pregnancy. I was due at the end of July but my little angel would be born at the end of June. She was small but she was healthy.

So here began my journey as a mother. It wasn't easy and things became a lot more complicated when I found out I was pregnant again when she was only ten months old. My pregnancy with my son was hard and we almost lost him... But that is a story for tomorrow.

Where to begin?

I guess the best place to start is to talk about myself for a few minutes. My name is Candeh. I am 22 years old and I am married to my husband who we are going to call Mark. Mark and I have two Children a 4 year old girl and a 2 year old boy. We also have a daughter from Mark's previous marriage who is 7 years old. I work full time for the most part although like most businesses in the auto industry things are slow and hours are slim.

Now on to the tricky part my life. I can't say I have had this horrible tragic life because the facts are I haven't, I mean don't get me wrong I am not living a dream but my life is no worse than anyone else. So with that said welcome to my online Diary so to speak.


I guess I should start from my earliest moments and move from there. As I kid I was pretty active Cheer leading, Gymnastics, Girl scouts, and when my teenage years came I was the normal teenager running with friends experimenting with pot and alcohol. I held a job at a fast food restaurant from the time I was 14 on to 17 years old working 40hrs a week for the major portion of my time there.


I was a normal teenager until about the age of 16. One night at work we learned a friend of ours had been injured very badly in a car accident and that her fate was dangling in a hospital room. Now this girl and I were friends but we weren't best friends so It alarmed me when after receiving the call I felt a tightening in my chest.


I couldn't breathe the walls were closing in on me and I felt as if my heart could burst out of my chest at any moment. My hands and face began to tingle a few minutes into the trouble breathing and things began to get blurry. My first thoughts were oh god I am going to die.

After long attempts from my mother and another women forcing a paper bag over my face I finally had my body under control and the air flowed freely again, I was shaken and scared and my body felt weak as if I had just ran a 10k. I didn't understand it at all but my mother did as she had suffered from the same several times in the last few years.


After the attack and a few more in the middle of school leaving me embarrassed and in tears we finally went to see a Doctor where I was diagnosed with Panic Anxiety Disorder. I remember thinking What?! Panic Anxiety Disorder I am 16 years old what do I have to Panic about. The Dr then explained the symptoms to me and It was exactly what I had felt.


I tried along with the medication to get a grip on things but in the end I couldn't and I ended up dropping out of school. Eventually in time I would come to manage my Panic Anxiety but it wasn't easy and I still now sometimes have them. I have been in the car driving, in public, at work and even had the ambulance called to my work because I passed out on the floor and my frightened co workers could not seem to snap me back.


At 17 after I left my Fast Food job I took on babysitting. The shift was late at night as both of the parents worked 3rd shift so all I really had to do was sleep easy money. Little did I know this one job would change my life dramatically. The women had a son who was 26 yrs old, and he lived in a different city but worked here during the week. So during the week he crashed at his moms while he worked and went home on the weekends. So often times he was there as I was.


He was a very attractive man and I noticed I promise. But never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that in just a year I would be delivering our Daughter and months later he would become my husband.


But Alas that is a story for tomorrow for work calls.....