- Posted February 15, 2013 by
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Have you had an abortion?
No words to describe agony
Until 6 years later when I was 5 months into my second pregnancy. By this time I was married, graduated from college, had a great job and was ready to take on the world. I remember watching the images on the screen when I was having my first sonogram. It was then that it all came back and the emotion hit me like a ton of bricks.
Fast forward to 16 years later. My oldest son is 16 years old, enjoying, experiencing life as all teenagers do. Building friendships, making plans for college, going out with friends and wondering what it’s like to fall in love. I also have three other sons, ages 14, 10 and 9. And not a day goes by that I don’t regret having taken my child’s life. As I watch my children grow, I realize I have stolen my unborn child’s opportunity to experience the same things I cherish: family, friendship, love.
I remember what the doctor who performed the abortion told me: “Don’t worry. I’ve seen many women come through my office. And before you know it, you’ll forget about it. You won’t have this burden to carry.” How wrong he was.