What is Abortion?
Abortion is the ending of the life of the child who has been growing in your womb from the day it was conceived. Abortion is a surgical procedure performed by medical staff. As with any surgical procedure, you will be facing some serious risks and complications during and after the procedure, not to mention emotional and social problems that may develop years after called Post Abortion Syndrome.
Know the Facts About Abortion
Possible Complications
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Breast Cancer
An abortion in the early months of pregnancy when estrogen levels are high predisposes a woman to getting breast cancer. In contrast, a full-term pregnancy early in a woman’s reproductive life is protective against breast cancer.
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Already Had an Abortion?
The hurt is real, but so is hope. These ministries offer post-abortion counseling.
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One Woman's Abortion Story
My story is like many other women in this country who are currently living with a mistake they made in the past. It is a memory of a choice that was made when I was a young adult with dreams and aspirations of finishing college and going on to land a high salary with some prestigious company, hoping to make my parents and friends proud of my accomplishments. This all came to an abrupt halt when I discovered I was pregnant in my first year of college.
My boyfriend was attending a college a couple hours away, and we both felt that we were not ready for a marriage commitment. We didn’t feel that we could confide in our parents, so my boyfriend set up an appointment with a doctor near his home that performed abortions. When I arrived at his office I noticed it was in a nice part of town, which made us feel like I was in good hands. As it turned out, after examining me, the doctor explained that I had to get 3 letters from different psychiatrists stating I was emotionally unfit to give birth. Even though it was a humiliating process, I agreed, thinking that it would soon be over and I could go on with my life – but it proved to be just the opposite!
The day came when I met the doctor at a local hospital when I was about 4 months pregnant. I was led into a room and placed on a table. The doctor had the largest needle I had ever seen and it was heading right for my abdomen. After filling the needle with fluid, the doctor next injected the fluid into my abdomen. I did not know why he was doing this at the time, but in later years found out that was a salt solution placed in the amniotic fluid that would slowly burn the baby to death.
After this, the doctor instructed me to return in a couple of hours. When I got back to the hospital, I was placed in a gown and led into a bed where I was told that I would soon be having cramping and it would continue until I had a bloody discharge. The time seemed to drag on and the pain became more severe until at one point I was unable to bear it any longer, and I thought I was dying. Little did I know I was going through labor.
Then suddenly the pain subsided and I felt something slip between my legs. Looking down expecting to see just a bloody mess, I instead saw a child that was all red (burned by the saline) and not moving.
This might sound strange, but without ultrasound and the doctor never using the word “baby,” it was a shock to see a child with hands, fingers, feet, toes, nose and mouth – the works! Suddenly a nurse came into the room, grabbed the child and told me to get dressed, that I could go home.
This should have been a happy day. I should have felt relieved, but I left with the image of a motionless bright red child lying at my feet. I returned to school to finish my degree, but had lost my boyfriend. You see he joined the army and was sent overseas for combat duty. Our relationship died along with our child. The trust I had was shattered, and I soon discovered my perception of men and dating changed. I lost respect for myself because of what I had done.
Taking a human life always has consequences – guilt, fear, loss of self esteem, suicidal thoughts – I experienced them all, and tried to erase the anxiety with cigarettes and Valium. Nothing could erase the painful memory of my child dying because of my selfishness and the fear of what people would think. I lost my virginity, my self-esteem, my respect for men, but I was not the big loser – that was my baby.
Then, arriving at a point where I was questioning God and wondering why I felt so alone and hopeless, suddenly I was introduced to Jesus Christ and his Word (The Bible). With the help of a pastor, I discovered that Jesus loved me and was willing to forgive me for what I had done. As I looked at John 3:16, it was saying to me “For God so loved Me that he gave his only begotten Son, that if I would believe in Him, I would not perish, but have everlasting life.” This is why I can write this story looking back decades. I was willing to turn over the keys of my life to Jesus and allow Him to heal my heart-wrenching memories and bad choices to serve Him.
I’m so glad I did!
My boyfriend was attending a college a couple hours away, and we both felt that we were not ready for a marriage commitment. We didn’t feel that we could confide in our parents, so my boyfriend set up an appointment with a doctor near his home that performed abortions. When I arrived at his office I noticed it was in a nice part of town, which made us feel like I was in good hands. As it turned out, after examining me, the doctor explained that I had to get 3 letters from different psychiatrists stating I was emotionally unfit to give birth. Even though it was a humiliating process, I agreed, thinking that it would soon be over and I could go on with my life – but it proved to be just the opposite!
The day came when I met the doctor at a local hospital when I was about 4 months pregnant. I was led into a room and placed on a table. The doctor had the largest needle I had ever seen and it was heading right for my abdomen. After filling the needle with fluid, the doctor next injected the fluid into my abdomen. I did not know why he was doing this at the time, but in later years found out that was a salt solution placed in the amniotic fluid that would slowly burn the baby to death.
After this, the doctor instructed me to return in a couple of hours. When I got back to the hospital, I was placed in a gown and led into a bed where I was told that I would soon be having cramping and it would continue until I had a bloody discharge. The time seemed to drag on and the pain became more severe until at one point I was unable to bear it any longer, and I thought I was dying. Little did I know I was going through labor.
Then suddenly the pain subsided and I felt something slip between my legs. Looking down expecting to see just a bloody mess, I instead saw a child that was all red (burned by the saline) and not moving.
This might sound strange, but without ultrasound and the doctor never using the word “baby,” it was a shock to see a child with hands, fingers, feet, toes, nose and mouth – the works! Suddenly a nurse came into the room, grabbed the child and told me to get dressed, that I could go home.
This should have been a happy day. I should have felt relieved, but I left with the image of a motionless bright red child lying at my feet. I returned to school to finish my degree, but had lost my boyfriend. You see he joined the army and was sent overseas for combat duty. Our relationship died along with our child. The trust I had was shattered, and I soon discovered my perception of men and dating changed. I lost respect for myself because of what I had done.
Taking a human life always has consequences – guilt, fear, loss of self esteem, suicidal thoughts – I experienced them all, and tried to erase the anxiety with cigarettes and Valium. Nothing could erase the painful memory of my child dying because of my selfishness and the fear of what people would think. I lost my virginity, my self-esteem, my respect for men, but I was not the big loser – that was my baby.
Then, arriving at a point where I was questioning God and wondering why I felt so alone and hopeless, suddenly I was introduced to Jesus Christ and his Word (The Bible). With the help of a pastor, I discovered that Jesus loved me and was willing to forgive me for what I had done. As I looked at John 3:16, it was saying to me “For God so loved Me that he gave his only begotten Son, that if I would believe in Him, I would not perish, but have everlasting life.” This is why I can write this story looking back decades. I was willing to turn over the keys of my life to Jesus and allow Him to heal my heart-wrenching memories and bad choices to serve Him.
I’m so glad I did!
If you are still considering an abortion, please reconsider before you make the decision. It's not the solution. The baby growing inside you is a life and is precious. So are you!
God has blessed you with the gift of life & motherhood!
God has blessed you with the gift of life & motherhood!