In 1980, I was seventeen years old, my parents had been divorced about six years, from what I thought was a Christian home.
I meet a guy ten years older than me and we started dating. I also had enlisted in the Army and was preparing to go; when I found out that I was pregnant. My mother told me to go to the Doctor’s office and find out for sure. The Doctor told me that I was pregnant and that I was very young and that there was an option. (ABORTION) He explained to me that I needed to do this soon. My mother was very upset with me, and told me to get an abortion or leave home to have the child and put it up for adoption. I waited twelve weeks. I was under a lot of pressure from my mother, the doctor, and plus the thought of disappointing my family; I gave in and went to see the abortion Doctor. He said this was the right thing to do and gave me some pills and told me to come back in two days to the abortion clinic. Two days later, my mother took me in. I remembered the Doctor telling me to be prepared for protestors in front of the clinic and not to talk to them.
At six a.m. I went into the operating room. The nurse prepared me for the abortion. They took all my clothes and said this won’t take long. They set me in the abortion chair, had me spread my legs and began the procedure. The Doctor informed me that he would be using a suction device and would be scrapping the walls of my uterus to extract the fetus. The Doctor started the procedure, I watched my baby get sucked up in parts thru a clear tube into a container for disposal. I realized that they lied to me when they told me that it was not a baby, but I saw parts of my baby go thru the tube. I started crying over what had just happened. My baby was gone, I had just helped to kill my own baby. I can’t describe how horrible I felt. By seven a.m. it was over.
My mother took me home, and then she went to work. I was alone, bleeding, depressed, and knew I had just killed my baby. My life had just changed forever and over time just got worse. I wanted to die; anger and regret took over my life. Guilt, over what I had done, drove me into a downward spiral that has taken over thirty years of my life from me, and I’m still suffering from those decisions.
THAT’S WHY I CAN BE SILENT NO MORE!
TRULEY WITHOUT THE LOVE OF GOD AND THE FORGIVENESS OF JESUS CHRIST I WOULD NOT BE HERE TODAY.
My name is Christina and I killed my unborn CHILDEREN.
I regret those decisions to this day.