Dear Pro-Life Advocate,
I have quietly observed your sentiments from afar, and your assumptions about my situation have not gone unnoticed. You often draw clear lines between right and wrong, as if you fully understand the weight of a life-altering decision. However, the narrative you construct doesn’t resonate with my experience.
On January 5, 2016, I underwent a second-trimester abortion at 18 weeks and 3 days pregnant. My circumstances weren’t defined by rape, incest, or being an unwed teenager. Financial stability was not a concern, nor was I using abortion as a method of birth control. My child was not unloved, unwanted, or a mistake.
She was a cherished little girl whom my partner and I named Joy, symbolizing a “gift from God.” She was a sister, a daughter, a niece, and a granddaughter, deeply loved and wanted. At 17 ½ weeks, during an ultrasound, we received the heartbreaking news that our precious girl was gravely ill.
Our beautiful Joy was diagnosed with trisomy 21 and nonimmune hydrops fetalis. This condition caused her body to accumulate fluid and her organs to fail. Her legs had ceased to grow, and multiple specialists informed me that her survival beyond a few weeks was impossible. The dreams and hopes I had for our expanding family were shattered in mere moments.
As a person of faith, I believe in miracles, yet I also value modern medicine. The thought of my daughter suffering in a place that should be filled with love was unbearable. I could not imagine bonding with her only to face a heartbreaking farewell. I did not want to tarnish the joyful memories of my son’s birth with the sorrow of losing a child.
My doctor warned that waiting for nature to take its course would significantly increase my risks of infection, hemorrhage, and other severe complications, including death. I still had responsibilities as a mother to my son and a partner to my husband. Faced with the most agonizing decision of my life—one I never wished to make—I chose to end my pregnancy, which I had desperately wanted.
Due to the laws that you support, I discovered that I could not terminate my pregnancy in Tennessee. Planned Parenthood was unable to assist me after 15 weeks, and local hospitals denied my request. I was filled with shame when the doctor who delivered my son conveyed that she could not legally perform the procedure. I felt betrayed by lawmakers who did not trust me to make the best choice for my family. On the worst day of my life, I felt like a fugitive seeking care in another state, unable to find solace in my own home.
I had never given much thought to the pro-life versus pro-choice debate until I found myself on the wrong side of restrictive laws, which left me feeling isolated, frightened, and frankly, furious. The term “abortion” carries a heavy stigma, making it difficult to even utter or type. With upcoming elections, the topic looms over me, adding to my grief. I not only mourn the loss of my daughter, but I also bear the weight of judgment from others.
Many well-meaning pro-life friends and family have told me, “Your situation is different.” While this sentiment may seem comforting, I believe such thinking perpetuates the problem. I am not different. The procedure I underwent is not different. If we continue to avoid the term abortion, perceptions will remain unchanged, and laws will never evolve.
It’s painful to admit, but I had an abortion, and this is what it entailed for me. The issue is not always black and white; there are many of us navigating the gray areas, keeping our stories secret for fear of shame and judgment. We often refrain from advocating for our rights to protect our already fragile hearts.
While you were advocating for a pro-life agenda, my husband and I were forced to say goodbye to our daughter in a hospital far from home. While you protested outside Planned Parenthood, my husband stood alone in a funeral home, choosing a tiny urn to hold our child’s ashes. While you clicked “share” on anti-abortion articles, I prayed for comfort for my little angel. You may view abortion as a selfish act, but what you may not realize is that a part of the mother also dies on that day.
I urge you to include us in the abortion discourse. Please consider the complexities before you support anti-abortion legislation. Don’t turn away from us because it makes you uncomfortable. We are mothers who made the heartbreaking decision to terminate our pregnancies due to severe prenatal diagnoses. We choose this path out of love, striving to do what is best for our families with the circumstances we face.
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In summary, the conversation surrounding abortion is multifaceted and deeply personal. Each story is unique, and it’s crucial to acknowledge the nuances that exist within this sensitive topic. We must engage in discussions that encompass all experiences and avoid oversimplifying complex decisions.
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