Tressa - The 12-Year-Old Mum Quotes

“You were too young to be able to understand what was going on. Think of it this way: you can ask a dog if he wants to go to the opera and he might bark happily and wag his tail. But does that mean he’s agreed to go to the opera? That he actually wants to go to the opera? No. He doesn’t have a clue what you’re talking about and you can bet he’ll hate every minute.”
― Tressa Middleton, Tressa - The 12-Year-Old Mum: My True Story: The Twelve Year Old Mum: My Story

“I stared in wonder at the tiny body in front of me, Had I really given birth to this baby? Was I really a mother? It seemed so strange, so unreal - yet here she was. Now we were in the Little France Hospital in Edinburgh, I had all the time in the world to look at her, to examine every part of her - and I drank her in. I marvelled at her perfect little feet, the tiny nails on the end of each toe like drops of water. I looked into her face, admiring the puffed out cheeks and delicate eyelashes. She was so perfect it took my breath away.”
― Tressa Middleton, Tressa - The 12-Year-Old Mum: My True Story: The Twelve Year Old Mum: My Story

“My arms ached for a cuddle, my whole body felt empty. I was desperate for that one bit of physical contact with her, the daughter I’d carried around in my body, the one I’d talked to in the womb, the precious person I’d fallen in love with the moment she arrived. The one I’d worried over, cried over, sung to and clung to”
― Tressa Middleton, Tressa - The 12-Year-Old Mum: My True Story: The Twelve Year Old Mum: My Story