I started smoking at a ridicuoulsy young age of 11, because my mates big sister did & we all thought it was cool!
My mum found out about a year later, I had been using my dinner money to buy them, she agreed to buy me a packet a week if I took a packed lunch (She figured she couldn't get me to quit -I'm stubborn! but didn't want me skipping meals!) As I grew older I switched from tailor mades to rolling my own.
I cut down to a couple a day while pregnant but always started again after. I enjoyed smoking and TBH had no desire to actually quit. Although I never smoked indoors, in the car or in close proximity to my children.
After #3 was born he used to get really wheezy, i asked gp if he could be asthmatic, but was told no just a 'bit chesty' Woke one night to hear the starngest sound, thought it was foxes in the garden again, after about 30 min I went to look out the window & realised the noise was coming from my bubs room - Fynn was on his bed gasping for air & his lips were blue - 999!!
He had, had a massive asthma attack & was kept in hospital for 2 days, first 24 hrs on a nebulizer.
On coming out his dad took him to see his parents, only for an hour - My bubba came home stinking of tobacco - I was furious!! How could they have been smoking a round him after he'd just been in hospital all weekend??
I had a hissy fit & quit there n then - I declared that if i could quit after 24 years then they could manage a few hours while their grandson visited....
That was 5 years ago, no cravings, no temptations... and I put the money i'd saved into a jar every week - It became my cycling kitty LOL!