A source told The Sun: ““It has come as a big shock. She’s now being surrounded by expert help. The main thing is that she and the baby are OK.
“There are questions around why people did not know. That is very worrying.”
The previous youngest mother is said to be Tressa Middleton when she gave birth in 2006, aged 12, but she was forced to give her up after confessing the child’s dad was her brother, who raped her.
Tressa Middleton was Britain’s youngest mum when she had a daughter in 2006
The record for youngest parents was a father aged 13 and mother, aged 12, when they had a child in 2014.
Puberty normally begins around 11 for girls but it can span from eight to 14, with weight playing a factor.
There is a higher risk of problems developing when younger children are pregnant including premature labour, infections and pre-eclampsia.
There was a reported case in 2017 of another girl in the UK giving birth aged 11 but no further details emerged.
Tressa Middleton was Britain’s youngest mum when she had a daughter in 2006
Tressa pictured with her second child Arihanna has said how happy she was after the problems with her first baby.
The youngest mum in the world was a Peruvian girl called Lina Media who was only five years and seven months old when she gave birth in May, 1939 to a boy called Gerardo.
Her parents thought she had a tumour but when she was taken to hospital, she was found to be seven months pregnant.
Judith and Chris are blindsided when their landlady abruptly demands they vacate the dream apartment they painstakingly renovated. Forced out by the landlady’s manipulative sister, they scramble to find a new home, unaware of the deceit that lies beneath. But karma has a way of balancing the scales.
You know that feeling when you finally find a place that feels like home? That was our old apartment.
It was a dump when we first moved in, but we struck a deal with our landlady that we’d renovate the place in exchange for paying a lower rent.
Two years of sweat, savings, and every ounce of creativity Chris and I could muster had gone into turning that rundown space into something we could truly call our own.
Every morning, I’d wake up to the soft sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains in the living room, painting everything in a warm, golden hue. I’d sit with my coffee on the old leather armchair Chris had found at a yard sale, and I’d just… breathe. It was perfect. We waren perfect.
But then, everything changed.
Mrs. Johnson, our sweet landlady who had altijd been so kind to us, called one evening.
“Judith, dear,” she started, “I’m afraid I have some bad news.”
Ik braced myself, maar niets kon me voorbereiden op wat ze vervolgens zei.
“My sister, Lisa… she’s in a bit of a bind. She lost her job and her apartment, and she has nowhere else to go. I’ve thought long and hard about this, but I’ve decided she’ll be moving into your apartment. I’m so sorry, but I need you and Chris to move out in a month.”
It was like the ground had been ripped out from under me. I could barely speak, barely think. Chris, who had been listening in, immediately took the phone from me, his face a
