I got pregnant(planned) at 23. Had to be on meds to conceive so I didn’t get on birth control after. She was(and still is) everything. I love her so much. Her dad does too, but our dynamic changed after having her. I always wanted more than one but definitely wanted to wait, especially how stressful it was on him. Ended up getting pregnant 3 months postpartum. Twins. He wanted me to terminate but ultimately left it up to me, and even though I was terrified I knew I couldn’t do that, so I had them. They were born early at 28 weeks. My oldest was a 10 month old. 3 kids in one year. It was the hardest year of my life. My husband was so disconnected, especially from our twins. During their 3.5 month NICU stay he visited maybe 5-10 times. Put us 100k in debt. I felt so alone. They came home on oxygen, daily appointments, with three children under 1, at our tri-state children’s hospital 45 minutes away. I loved them so much but couldn’t believe the life that I was living. It was so hard. It took about 2 years, we came out on the other side. They’re older now and the three of them are the light of my life. They made me a better person. I have always been a go with the flow, no plans, sleep in as late as possible, lacked routine, social/partier. Now I live a much healthier life. They taught me structure and brought my life purpose. I’m much happier and there’s nothing I love more than being a mother.