Submitted to Abort73 by a -year-old woman on April 9, 2024.
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My mother had four children in quick succession. The fourth child arrived disabled, needing years of medical intervention. The doctors said it was likely a genetic defect and that my mother should stop having children. She went on birth control and stayed on it for many years. Then she got pregnant.
My mother was advised to abort. She refused. The doctors talked her into an amniocentesis to test for defects; there were no detectable defects. She gave birth to a healthy child. It was later acknowledged that the defects suffered by her fourth child had been medically induced—by a legal drug, prescribed by her doctor, for morning sickness. That drug is now banned for use in pregnant women.
Her fifth child grew up and had five children. Those children grew up to have, at last count, five children. Had my mother listened to the medical professionals and aborted her child, not one life, but 11 lives would have been lost. And still counting. Abortion kills your child, your grandchildren, and your great-grandchildren.
I was that voiceless, unborn child. Doctors can be wrong about many things. My disabled sibling also grew up and surpassed all medical expectations in quality and quantity of life, went to school, married, had children, a full-time career, and lived over 20 years longer than the maximum age expected by the best medical opinion of the day. Please, choose life.
I chose life for my baby even after she was conceived from my rape. She was born 16 weeks premature and doctors said she would not survive. The devil really wanted to end her life, but I know she has a purpose being here. God saved her life more than once before she was even supposed to be born. She's my miracle and the only reason she is here is because of God. if I had listened to my fear I could have aborted her. If God had not saved her life, I might be dead now. He saved my life by giving me her—something and someone to live for that was greater than myself. Her life has taught me to grow up and become an adult and take responsibility for my actions and choices and to stop viewing myself as a victim but to learn from my mistakes, better myself, and turn back to God. There is not one moment I have regretted keeping my baby. It was suggested to me early on to give her up for adoption but even that I felt to be wrong. She was my daughter, and I could take care of her. I just needed to sacrifice my own wants to make it work. I have struggled, sure, but God has always been faithful and provided for us. I am now married and my daughter has always had good men in her life as father figures. Now she has a step dad who loves her unconditionally, like I do. God has never let me down or left my side and if you are reading this and contemplating abortion—please don't do it. It's something that once it's done, you can never take back, and I guarantee you'll regret it. Even if you won't ever admit it, you will regret it.
Age: 36
Location: Phoenix, Arizona
Date: June 7, 2020
My boyfriend and I were in third year on campus, and I had just lost my virginity with him. I was naive and not really enlightened on the use of contraceptives. It was on my birthday that I had unprotected sex with him. Little did I know I would become pregnant on that same day. A month later, I would be holding a positive pregnancy test. I was in great shock; in fact I was trembling. I didn't know what to do because I was scared. When I told the father, he become emotionally unstable and would not even suggest keeping the baby. I couldn't tell my parents because that would frustrate them, plus I felt I wasn't ready to be a mum yet, having not completed my studies. I thought I could have an abortion and for sure my boyfriend became so supportive. He gave me the money for the procedure. On the 17th of June, 2015, I went to the abortion clinic and no medication was administered to me. I felt the baby being sucked out, and the blood was drained into a sink. It was a horrible experience. I felt pain and got depressed after the abortion. I couldn't seek counseling because I feared sharing my story. I withdrew from friends, church, and even started to hate my boyfriend. I blamed him for what I did; I felt and still feel the pain of losing my baby. My desire was to have another baby to replace the one I just killed, but my boyfriend wouldn't give in. Though I did very well academically, I still feel a loser. I keep on thinking of how old the baby would be and cried on the day when it would have been delivered. In 2017, I met a guy whom I felt really attracted to. It felt like a relief to know that I can do away with my boyfriend and meet a new guy because I didn't feel like anyone really loved me. I ended up sleeping with the new guy and got pregnant from a one-night stand. When I told him, he said we should find an immediate solution. Honestly, I felt used and since I wanted a kid so much, I realised I couldn't abort as he demanded. I tried to make him support me, but he was adamant with his decision. I later learned he was married. I couldn't make my boyfriend responsible for another man's kid, so we broke up and here I am left alone with a kid growing inside me and a man who thinks ill of me and wants nothing to do with me or his kid. In the beginning of December 2017, he left to be with his family in America. It was so painful. I cried and felt that I was being punished for being evil and killing my first born. I found myself thinking that this was an ideal situation to abort this baby because again, I was financially unstable and I didn't want to be a single mum. One night, I Googled abortion stories and that's how I found this site and decided to keep my baby. I couldn't afford to kill another soul. Right now, I am here with my daughter. It’s not easy because I have to live alone and mommy up, but I will do my best to be the best mom to her and when she grows up, I will tell her my story. She is so adorable and I’m asking God to guide us through, hoping one day I will find a man who will love me and my daughter. Her father left and offers no support, but I believe God is our father. Thanks to Abort73. You saved my little girl. She is one-month old now. To anyone out there contemplating abortion, don't do it because you will never be really peaceful. I lost my baby out of fear, and I will never have it back, no matter how many babies I might give birth to, They can't replace him or her. Please make a rational decision, because it’s not yet over unless you are dead.
I was 17 when I found out I was 7-weeks pregnant. I had only been dating my boyfriend for six months, and I was a senior in high school. I was terrified, embarrassed, confused, and about every other emotion under the sun. I told him immediately and he assumed I wanted to keep the baby, but I was considering an abortion—due to how scared I was. I went to a local women’s center that preformed pregnancy tests and ultrasounds by myself the next week. They told me I was 7-weeks pregnant, and they asked if I wanted photos of the ultrasound. Without hesitation, I said “yes.” I cried and cried looking at my baby, then I sat down with a counselor to help me analyze my options. I still was leaning towards an abortion. My boyfriend continued to be against it. Two weeks later I told him I wanted to go the abortion clinic, and he went with me unwillingly. We got there, and it was the most terrifying and cold environment I had ever been in. We sat in the waiting area for about an hour, and saw young women leaving bawling their eyes out, carrying a little brown paper bag with antibiotics in it. I read posters on the walls that women had written to their unborn children on. Also, there were women in the waiting room talking to their significant others with sad eyes, as if they were saying, “please don’t make me do this.” I then went back and had an ultrasound, while my boyfriend met with a counselor. I saw that tiny baby one more time, and my boyfriend said, “Please don’t do it.” I still made an appointment to have it done in two weeks. Within a few days my boyfriend took me to a local lake and we sat there and talked about it. I looked out on the water, at how beautiful the world was. I thought about the photo of my baby, and lastly I thought to myself: “You’ll regret having an abortion, and you’ll live with that for the rest of your life, but you will not regret having a child.” I told him my decision, and he hugged me and we cried together. I had my baby months later and I agree with my old self. I would have regretted an abortion, but never for a second have I regretted giving life to my best friend and son. I sit here typing this with my sleeping 2-month old on my lap with tears streaming down my face because I simply cannot imagine if I would have made a different choice. Giving this little boy life was the greatest thing to ever happen to me.
Age: 18
Location: Mercer, PA
Date: December 8, 2017
Ladies, Girls, think twice—that little foetus inside of you may be destined for greatness!!
Twenty eight years ago I discovered that I was pregnant. My second of two children was 12-years-old and my career was really taking off. I did not want another child. I already had a boy and a girl, I did not want to have to deal with diapers and feeding and sleepless nights at the ripe old age of 38.
A very prominent gynecologist in my city confirmed my suspicions. I was indeed pregnant! And then the doctor said something that really shocked me.
He said that he could see that I was a career woman and that having a child at this age and stage of my life would be a great setback. He urged me to consider an abortion or in his words "a quick D&C.” I could take a half-day off from work and he would get it done in a jiffy.
Greatly offended I rose from the chair, told him that he was not God and left his office, vowing never to return.
And so eight months later, my third child (a girl) was born. Twenty-eight years later, she graduated as a Doctor of Medicine.
Throughout her years of study, I had promised that on the day my child received her medical degree, I would make an appointment to see the gynecologist who tried to abort my child. I wanted to show him what the child, that he was so eager to abort, turned out to be—a medical doctor just like him. Thankfully that's the only similarity!!!
But as I prepared to visit the doctor, I realized that this was a selfish, revengeful act on my part—which may have absolutely no effect or impact (except maybe the satisfaction of seeing the look on the doctor’s face).
But that satisfaction would only be short-lived. Won't it be more effective to address a letter to women and young girls everywhere, who may be faced with a similar situation? Won't it be more impactful to encourage women and young girls into making the best decision for themselves and their baby? From my experience, I can let them now that many “so-called professionals” are only trying to hoodwink us (lesser mortals) into making a most terrible decision—to take the life of our unborn child—to commit murder!
Think twice young lady, young girl, older woman, career-minded woman, mother who thinks she has had enough children, mother who can't afford another one. Think twice!!!
That little seed growing inside your womb, that they want you to believe is not really a child, “it’s only a mass of tissues, it does not have feelings,” could one day become a great Evangelist, the next President, the next Prime Minister, the next great Doctor, your strongest supporter, the child who will take care of you in your latter days.
I appeal to you Mama—THINK TWICE!!! I am so joyous and thankful to God that I did.
Age: 63
Location: New York, NY
Date: October 12, 2017
I was young and had everything—a great-paying job and no worries—until I was irresponsible and got my IUD taken out. I didn’t use the pill because I thought I wouldn't get pregnant! I went out a lot, trusted people. I went to a house party with my friend. It was fun until the sun came out. She went to bed with a guy, and I went to sleep down stairs. I knew the guys there; I trusted them. We worked together, so I went to sleep. I wasn’t that drunk, but I passed out. As I was waking up, I had a blurred vision of a guy on top of me. I looked to my side and saw my pants. I started pushing him away from me, but I felt him ejaculate inside of me. I pushed him off and struggled to get my pants on. He didn't say anything; he just lay there like I deserved it.
I was raped while I was passed out. I trusted him; I’d known him for a long time. I walked outside. I’ve never felt more gross in my life! I went to work; days past. I was so sick at work. When I got home, my stomach was in pain, so I took a pregnancy test and it was positive. I immediately called my friend, who is a mother and told her the news. There was no support; she told me to get an abortion. I wanted to tell the father, but he had no interest in me! I felt so hurt by everyone; I was so scared. It felt like my life had ended!
I didn't tell my mother or my dad. But I did tell my older sister; she instantly offered to take the child and raise it as her own! I went to the doctor’s and he asked what I wanted to do with it. I said I wanted to keep it, but I felt incredibly sick. I went back to work and started wanting an abortion more than ever. On the fourth day I was like, “Nope, I'm not ready! I'm single and I have no mutual support!” I hesitated for a while, thought about it, and kept changing my mind. I'd love my baby, then I'd want an abortion! I felt so alone and helpless. I felt disappointed and ashamed of myself, as if everyone thought the worst of me.
I returned and got my ultrasound. I was pregnant with TWINS. My heart stopped and I cried and cried. Word got out that I was pregnant, and didn't know who the dad was. I was raped and I got pregnant with twins! I honestly wanted to give up, but I loved my babies. But how? I was raped. That should be enough for me to terminate my pregnancy, but I kept my babies. I gave my life up, for a new and better one! Regardless of the situation, there's always a way! I told my mother; she was happy—I was scared sh--less. My dad supported me too. I took on a lie; I told people I didn't know who the dad was. I took on embarrassment and judgement for my babies. I still make up lies about the dad. I know who he is, but I can't face him yet! And to this day, I think about what my life would be like if I would have gotten that abortion! Yah, I feel like slapping the sh-- out of people when they bring their dad up, but nosy people suck! There's a choice, and I don't regret keeping my babies. I never have! I love them and you will too, once you decide. It’s a decision that will stick to you for the rest of your life!
I didn't want him that night. But I didn’t want to fight about it. I had Cerebral Palsy and had been diagnosed with Asthma. I found myself pregnant at 26-years-old. I was scared, surprised, and I felt alone. I sought out help online. I called abortion centers. My doctor said it wouldn't be selfish but smart—to give up. I wanted to give up so badly. I had Hyperemesis Gravidarum. I started going to my appointments in a wheel chair. I called Planned Parenthood. They said they might be able to pay for it, or at least help get it paid for. I vomited and vomited. I was having such a hard time. I thought there was no way out. I called another clinic and another, and then I had my baby in December of 2016. I don't have to face regret for ending his life through abortion. I read some of the stories on this site while pregnant and confused. And now I have my son. I just wanted to thank God and those that helped me through one of the most difficult times in my life.
About 58 years ago my grandmother and grandfather were on their way to elope when an argument ensued. My grandfather threw the wedding ring out the window and instead of getting married that day, they conceived my dad. My grandfather was very abusive towards my grandmother; he committed violence against her on numerous occasions. When she shared with him that she was pregnant, he was furious and denied that my dad was even his. During that time period my grandfather was known for being a well-to-do Italian businessman, while my grandmother was a poor, young German girl. They came from opposite sides and his family, especially his mother, strongly advised an abortion.
One day my grandfather put my grandmother in his car and drove her against her will to an abortion clinic. The whole way there he held his outstretched arm across her chest and upper torso to prevent her from escaping. But she continued to fight against his force and tried to push him away. She wanted to keep my dad and raise him, despite not having the financial means to do so. She realized her baby’s safety was at risk, and continued to try to break free from my grandpa’s grasp. Eventually, she was able to open the car door and was ready to jump out, moving at 45 mph. She was willing to risk her own life to save my dad’s. Because of this, my grandpa pulled her back into the car, shut the door, and drove her home. Her fighting spirit saved my dad from certain death that day. By God’s grace she did not lose the baby. In the spring of 1959, she gave birth to a healthy baby boy.
I always knew I wanted to advocate for voiceless and defenseless pre-born children, but I never knew how to get involved. One day I was passing a building I had passed many times on my way to and from work. The sign on the building read, “Family Reproductive Health.” Deep down, I felt it was far more sinister than the help it seemed to imply. By fate, one day I was stopped in front of that building due to a train crossing. I asked the woman holding an “I Regret My Abortion” sign if it was indeed an abortion facility. She confirmed that it was. I later told my mom about meeting this woman and how I had desired for a long time to get involved in ending abortion. A few weeks later my mom would hear a woman at church give her post-abortive testimony. That woman would attend the same women’s retreat as my mom and me. When my mom pointed her out to me, I realized she was the same woman I had talked to on the side of the road holding the sign.
After meeting and talking with this post-abortive woman about her stand against abortion, I became involved with the 40 Days for Life campaign. I participated in the Fall 2007 and Spring 2008 campaigns and went on to co-lead the Fall 2008 and Spring 2009 campaigns with her by my side. During one of these campaigns I even traveled out of state and stood outside the hospital where I was born. Through these campaigns, I was introduced to Flip Benham of Operation Save America, who is the one God used to bring the Gospel to Norma McCorvey—“Jane Roe” of Roe v Wade. He would baptize her and would also be very instrumental in my own baptism. He would baptize me in a plastic baby pool, in front of an abortion clinic during Easter weekend 2009. It was the first known baptism in front of an abortion clinic, from what Flip said. We had speakers set up so I could give my testimony. My dad got to share how he was a “failed abortion attempt.”
For me, my dad’s story shows how abortion impacts future generations. If my grandmother had not risked her life by threatening to jump out of a moving car, future generations including myself, my siblings, and our future children and grandchildren would not exist. Life is a precious gift! Jeremiah 1:5 says, “Before I even formed you in your mother’s womb, I knew all about you. Before you drew your first breath, I had already chosen you to be My prophet to speak My word to the nations.” Every life has a specific purpose, which only that life can fulfill for the glory of God, our Creator.
As a little girl I had always dreamed of prince charming, castles, and fairy tale endings, but my childhood dreams turned into a nightmare. One week before my birthday, in September 2009, I was violently raped by my fiancée. My world came crashing down and that violent act shattered my very core! As I look back now, I realize I was in complete denial and couldn’t process what had happened. Unfortunately the aftermath of something like rape takes on a life of its on and stays with the victim long after the act of rape is committed.
Most ask me, “How could a fiancée be guilty of rape?” They fail to understand that “No” means “No,” regardless of whether there is an intimate/sexual relationship. Even though we were engaged does not mean we were having sex. In fact, we weren’t! We had decided as followers of Jesus Christ that we would wait until we got married to have sex. My fiancée had even said, “It will be difficult to wait, but it will be worth the wait!” I had no idea that the man who vowed to always protect me was capable of hurting me in such an intimate, violating way! How could the man who planned a future with me, who prayed with me every night for our future children, who read, and quoted scriptures to me be the same man who could cause me such harm?
It was through this situation that I had a true understanding of the meaning behind the phrase, “a wolf in sheep’s clothing.” Not only had my body been violated, but my heart had been betrayed. It happened while I was visiting him out-of-state, with no family around. I called my sister and asked her what to do, as I was in pain. She suggested I go to urgent care, though I was still very much in denial with all that had just happened! His actions for the first time were the opposite of his words, and it was a lot to process!
After I relayed every harrowing detail of the traumatic event to the Urgent Care Doctor, he sat on his spinning chair in front of me and told me by law he had to report it to authorities. He gave me the choice to make the call to the police and turn in my own fiancée for rape or else he would. All I could do was cry; I couldn’t believe this was happening! The doctor said he would make the call and would come back once the police arrived. Meanwhile, my family and friends were hundreds of miles away, as I sat by myself in the urgent care room wondering how my happily-ever-after turned so dark and violent. This was not at all how I expected to spend that weekend. It was a woman’s worst nightmare! I went from being blissfully in love to feeling like the most unloved and alone woman in the world!
Most are unaware of the logistics of what a rape kit involves. Yet it is even more horrifying to have it performed when you are already scared and facing so many unknowns! I found myself lying down in that hospital room as the SART nurse performed the rape kit on me, all while a SART nurse-in-training looked on. How did I get here? I was terrified and an emotional wreck! I couldn’t help but sob and feel so utterly alone, as my future now looked so bleak!
I’ve been pro-life all my life, but as the rape kit was performed on me the only thought that went through my mind was that I finally understood why some rape victims would decide to have an abortion! And that thought broke my heart because of the strong pro-life beliefs I have always stood for. Yet there was no way I wanted to be pregnant with the child of my rapist. Just then the SART nurse asked me the question, “Do you think you could be pregnant?” It made me want to crawl out of my skin and scream! The SART nurse discussed with me the timing of everything, and she determined that I was probably pregnant and told me she was going to give me the Morning After Pill to take. In fact, while the rape kit is being performed, not only are Morning After Pill’s given to victims of rape but also emergency antibiotics to combat every type of STD, including AIDS, just in case the victim has been exposed. All the pills were being administered together in a little plastic pill cup. There was no way for me to know which pill was what. As I lay there crying, pleading with God to let me somehow die or escape this nightmare, the SART Nurse said she was going to take another preventative pregnancy measure by scraping me of any possible traces of pregnancy. Though she still continued to remind me of the Morning After Pill and strongly advised that I take it stating, “Who would want a baby out of rape?”
I was shocked and saddened by her comment! This is already such a confusing and traumatic time for a victim of rape. I felt very much like the SART nurse was trying to manipulate me into doing what she wanted me to do, not what was in the best interest for a potential pregnancy or for me. Through the tears and pain, my heart grew heavy knowing that a life is still a precious gift created by and from God! A gift I have no right to take, regardless of the trauma I was now experiencing. No pre-born child deserves capital punishment for the sins of his/her father. So I knew as I sobbed while they took the most graphic pictures of my injuries, that regardless of the future, I would choose LIFE! That night in the direst of circumstances I not only declined the Morning After Pill, but I refused to take any of the STD emergency antibiotics, not sure which ones the SART nurse would give me if I took any. So I took the risks with my health and trusted GOD! I also physically took a stance and twisted my legs to prevent her from even trying to scrape me. I would walk out of that hospital and drive home through out the night not knowing what the future held, but I knew who held my future, my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
Now most are unaware that the purpose of the pill is to “terminate a pregnancy” to ultimately destroy the “life of another human being. There are three ways the Morning After Pill operates: 1) If you have not yet ovulated, it prevents ovulation. 2) If you have ovulated, but have not yet conceived, it prevents conception. 3) If you have conceived a child, it prevents the unborn child from implanting in the uterine wall by creating a hostile environment, thereby killing that unborn child because you’ve cut off his or her ability to receive the nutrients he or she needs to continue developing. The SART team will tell you that the pill won’t “terminate a pregnancy.” But the SART team would be deceiving you because the Morning After Pill can terminate a pregnancy.
The next few weeks would be physically painful and anxiety ridden as I waited to be able to take a pregnancy test that would either show one line or two. I would not only take a couple of pregnancy tests but would also have a doctor confirm, to my surprise, that I was not pregnant. Also, after about six long months of waiting to get tested to see if I had been exposed to any type of STD’s, I received the results that I had not been, by God’s grace.
As I look back over my life and see all the pro-life choices that were made by my grandmother, mom, and dad, I realize I was born pro-life, and those values and beliefs are deeply woven within the very core of who I am. The numerous pro-life decisions that had been made, that brought me life, have made me into the woman I am today. As I reflect on that low valley I walked through in 2009, I am able to say that, regardless of what the pregnancy tests revealed weeks after my rape, I did choose life under the most unthinkable and traumatic circumstances while facing a world of unknowns! It’s a choice I would make again! Since my rape, I have forgiven my rapist. I have spoken about my rape, choosing life, and about domestic violence. I have found hope and healing through God. Today I am an advocate for the pre-born and for victims of domestic violence.
Age: 34
Location: North Carolina
Date: March 16, 2017
Five yeas ago, on Fourth of July weekend, I found out that I was pregnant. I was nervous because the father was someone I had only been with a month. I was living with a friend and had recently quit my job. The baby’s father was not at all happy when he found out. He said he wanted nothing to do with the baby or me—and that’s the last I heard from him. My mom was sick and in the hospital when I told my parents and moved back home. My dad was so angry and wanted me to have an abortion. He said there was no other option. My mom said it was my choice, but she didn’t have much say because of how sick she was.
After listening to the hateful things my dad was spewing from his mouth, I decided to just have an abortion. I was scared and didn’t want my dad to hate me. Two weeks later I was sitting in the abortion clinic waiting room, waiting for my name to be called. I sat nervously scrolling through Facebook when one of those "sponsored posts" came across my news feed. It was for Abort73. I clicked on their website and began reading through stories and watching videos. It was in that moment I knew that I could not go through with an abortion. This was my baby, and I was going to keep him/her regardless of what my dad or anyone else thought!
I walked out of that office and seven months later gave birth to the sweetest baby girl. I named her Ashleigh. This website saved her life and it saved mine. Here I am four years later, married and blessed with two beautiful children. It wasn’t easy, but it was worth it. So anyone feeling lost or like they don’t know what to do, please know that you are not alone. You are strong enough to do this!
Age: 23
Location: Dover, FL
Date: January 20, 2017
She practically danced to the front of the room as I was setting up for class and other students were arriving. That's just the way she is—vivacious, always smiling. "Hey Professor, wanna see my new tattoo?" I agreed, then prayed the location of said ink was ... er ... anatomically appropriate. You never know. She took off her shoe and showed me some Chinese writing on the top of her foot. "It's the date of my adoption. I was dropped off at an orphanage in China right after I was born. My mom and dad adopted me when I was three and brought me to the U.S.”
There are moments when everything seems to stop, when in the busyness of the mundane, the sacred intrudes. I was looking at a miracle. "Did you know they abort baby girls in China? They've killed millions. I was born during the one-child policy, and, well, they prefer boys." I could only nod. "I'm glad I wasn't aborted. I'm glad I'm alive, and I don't know about anyone else, but I'm so grateful to be living here.”
I'm glad you're here too, precious girl. So very, very glad.
Age: 54
Location: Los Angeles, CA
Date: December 10, 2016
I had a strange upbringing—a mix of feminism and biker gang. My mother was very emotionally unstable and both my parents were atheists. My mother was verbally abusive, so I had problems with drinking and drugs. My father adopted me, but treated me like I was his own for the most part. I got pregnant when I was 20. I knew immediately. I put a cigarette up to my lips and nearly vomited. I just knew. I was scared, excited, and freaking out. Lucky for me, my then-boyfriend now husband of 19 years had a mom who had an abortion pushed on her at 15, followed by a lifetime of regret. Abortion was never an option. I fell in love with our baby immediately. That baby is 19-years-old today with an ACT score of 30 and a full ride to college. I have three other kids by the same man and I wont tell you it is easy, but God makes a way. I used cloth diapers, breast fed, found used baby furniture at churches—and my spouse is a psychopath with narcissistic personality issues. I became a Christian at 21, and I hung in there. I am so, so grateful for women who stand up and warn young mothers of the dangers of abortion—the post abortion syndrome, the regret, the hurt that creates a downward spiral for your entire life. I now go out of my way for young mothers and help them through our church.
About seven months ago, a coworker told me she was pregnant and thinking about having an abortion. I told her not to. She asked why. And so I told her my story, about how my abortion still affects me years later. She decided not to get an abortion. And she actually asked if me and my fiancé would take the baby. I wanted to really badly, but we wouldn't be married by time the baby was born. She was kind of looking for other families but ultimately decided to keep the baby. Long story short, on Monday, June 20, 2016, Emma Jo was born—the first baby that my story played a part in saving. It's an amazing feeling! I bawled as I held her and it brought an incredible amount of healing. God can turn the worst of situations into a beautiful story!
Age: 23
Location: South Dakota
Date: June 23, 2016
I was always in and out of a relationship with my baby father, but we never stop contacting each other—so we always make up. I had moved from my mom’s house, to his parent’s house, to my cousin’s house, back to his house, back to my mom’s house, and am now living in HUD housing with my best friend, who put me under her lease. I have one child who is about to be 3-years-old in March. I just found out I'm pregnant on February 2016. I was just waiting on my period to come to start the pill again, and it never did. One thing I’ve noticed from my relationship with him is that every time we break up, one of us is in a situation where we search for support from the other. From there, we forgive and move on. Before I found out I was pregnant, we weren't together. It was the longest that we’d been apart. He still was helping me out. He took me grocery shopping and bought a test.
I cried so much and felt I wasn't ready for so much unexpected pressure. We didn’t believe in abortion, but that was the first thing we thought about. He stood thinking alone while I cried in a different room. Then he had to go to work. I felt so lost, like everything was a dream. I wasn't ready; my son was still young. I’m new to my county and starting all over. I was planning on starting community college in March. The morning sickness was getting worse, I was drained from the news and feeling physically sick—plus I was thinking about an abortion that I knew might haunt me all my life. I made an appointment for the weekend after we found out. We had been thinking hard, and he felt we weren’t in a stable enough relationship to keep it. He then got into researching on Allah because he became a Muslim not to long ago and realized he’d been in denial about it. He knew it was very wrong to get rid of something God let happen to us. I brushed it off because I knew that if I kept it, I would be the one stuck. He can walk away all he wants from being a father.
I then prayed to God as a Christian, the day before my abortion, that God would give me a sign because I was so lost. That night I had two dreams about fire. I can't explain one, but one of them was that my son’s father had put out a fire I saw around me. I came to find out that he also dreamt about fire that he cannot remember. He then said, “Damm, we going to hell for this.” We were already at the clinic, and it was a whole process. I was planning to get an abortion pill, and my son’s father was going to pay for it. They confirmed the pregnancy through ultrasound. They checked my vital signs, blood type, and iron level. They talked to me about what to expect from the pill and what to do with the next set of pills. Then they confirmed that I wanted to do it and why.
From that last conversation with the staff, I noticed that none of what I said sounded good enough—even after explaining that I did not want another child to struggle with me. Deep down, I know that moms have used their strength and build strength because we were made for this, to have babies and raise them. How cruel would it be to end a unique developing human because of fears over faith. I started to think, “Oh my God, I'm really about to go through with an abortion.” I felt I would never be the same person if I did this.
Every time I went back to the waiting room, my son’s father tried to get my to keep it, but he supported my choice if I decided to not keep it. After the last conversation I had with the staff, I wanted to run into my son’s father’s arms and cry and run out of the clinic with him—free. But when I got back to the waiting room, instead of watching our son, he had fallen asleep, I looked at him with shame and anger. He woke up on his own, looked at me, and asked what was wrong. I went off and said, “I came back wanting to cry into your arms but look at you. You’re unavailable, always sleeping. You are not ready for another child.”
I cried so much, and he was mad at himself. I was so confused; he comforted me and made me promise that we would stay together, that we would build a family. He said he would support us and that I wouldn't have to work but could stay home and do college when the time was right. He said that he got a lot of messages from God, and he knew that he needs to support his family all the way. Mind you, he has two other kids from two other baby moms, and this would be his 4th child out of wedlock. The staff at the clinic was so nice and organized they did nothing wrong. We were given so much time in the waiting room. My son’s father told me to get his money back and we’d go out to eat. He was joking, but I was looking forward to it because I was nauseous and hungry. One of the staff called me, and I asked for more time. They said they would come in five minutes to check on us. About six minutes passed, and I started to walk to the hall to find someone. The staff was coming in already and I asked if I could speck with someone. We go into a comfortable, private room and I told her I changed my mind. It was such a relief to me. She was supportive and showed me my ultrasound, which mainly just showed the sac. And she explained the refund we get back which was less than half, because of the services they had already done for me. She gave me resources for OB/GYNs in the area. We left and went to IHOP. I was glad I didn't come out of there with a killing pill in my belly. It's only been a few days since the clinic, and I am worried about the future, but I'm trying to turn that into useful thoughts—planning ahead and maintaining a family. Don't abort!
This happened about three years ago. I had met him a few months before, and he seemed like a perfect gentleman. Little did I know. I remember how the first time we did the deed he asked we make a pinky promise that we wouldn’t fall pregnant, not anytime soon. Little did I know that on that day, we actually made a baby. I missed my period, which confused me because I was on the pill. I guess the days I missed taking it led to me falling pregnant. I remember the doctor saying, “Congratulations you are pregnant.” I nearly dropped dead.
When I told my partner, he told me I should make up my mind before it was too late. I cried myself to sleep for three weeks. We finally agreed that abortion was the only option. On the 22nd of December, 2012, we went to the clinic. I was scared as ever. When the ultrasound was done, the nurse said I was seven weeks pregnant. I didn't even want to look because I was so scared I would change my mind. Five hours later, I was told I could go home. I couldn't forget the physical pain I went through, not to mention the emotional pain, but I promised myself I would not let it destroy me.
My relationship with my partner started getting rocky. We would fight almost every day. He ended up cheating, so we separated. During the break up, we would meet occasionally and whenever we met, we would do the deed. On the 22nd of December, 2014, (isn't it ironic) I fell pregnant again.
Today, on the 29th of January, 2016, I have a healthy 4-month old son who means the world to me. He is my everything. I decided to keep him after my ex tried to force me to get yet another abortion. Honestly, I don't regret keeping him. His name is Onkagile. it means, “you have built me.”
Age: 23
Location: South Africa
Date: January 29, 2016
In 2012, I was 18 and a recent high school graduate. My plan was to go to college. Little did I know that I would become pregnant that summer. I was excited because the person I thought was the love of my life would also be happy. I told him the news, and he was excited and supportive—at first. Then one day, everything changed. He started to act differently, and by this time we were living together. I left him because he became such a total jerk and moved to a city three hours away. A week passed, and I didn’t hear from him. I was now nine weeks along and decided to go to a clinic to "terminate my pregnancy." I walked in and got checked out to see how far along I was. Then they told me to come back two weeks later, which I never did. During my first and only visit, I realized so much. I started crying as soon as I sat down after checking in at the front desk. As I sat there, I looked at magazines that explained (prenatal development) and had images of the fetus during each month. That is when I started to cry like there was no tomorrow. I asked myself, “what the hell am I doing?” I never went back and decided to keep my baby, which was a healthy little girl. I don’t regret having her, and I am so thankful and blessed that God didn’t allow me to do such a cowardly thing. It was just so painful to see and think about what would actually happen during an abortion, so I changed my mind. Fast forward to now, 2015. I am a proud mother of two children. Even though my first relationship didn’t work out, I found a person who accepted me while I was 6-months pregnant with my baby girl. Long story short, my husband loves my little girl like his own and blessed me with a new little boy as well. God knows what he is doing, and I couldn’t imagine my life without my little girl—who is now 2-years-old, going on three. Reading the stories of women who have had abortions makes me realize how fortunate I really am to have my little girl, who is a big sister to her brother. Please don’t abort!
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