Posted on 12/08/2014 10:36:04 AM PST by wagglebee
Last January, I was traveling on business, staying in a little hotel in a college town. I like to think I’m usually more aware of my surroundings, but it was so snowy and windy that I wouldn’t have heard his footsteps even if he had he been stomping. It happened so fast. I got the door open, turned around to close it, and he was there – a huge man. My first instinct wasn’t fear, just confusion. In an instant, he punched me in the face. I don’t remember being dragged from the room, but I was found in the stairwell. I don’t know why — maybe I was trying to go for help.
The rape kit came back negative for HIV, gonorrhea, chlamydia, syphilis, herpes, and dozens of other things I’d never heard of. God is gracious.
The following month, I was scheduled to work on a cruise ship. Struck with dysentery on day two and not getting better with antibiotics, I was taken to what passes for a hospital when we docked in Cartagena, Colombia. Concerned about intestinal obstruction, I was given an ultrasound. And we saw the pea — my son. Happy Valentine’s Day.
Back on the ship, I told the doctors an abbreviated version of my story, which resulted in me being quarantined. Suicide watch? In danger of a psychotic break that will have me running naked across the shuffleboard courts? Who knows. What I know is that I spent the next week listening to a team of very well meaning doctors and nurses console me with how “easy” it would be to “take care of it” — to kill the child. To start over. Easy???
There were a lot of things discussed over scratchy, tearful transatlantic phone calls home that week, but the possibility of “taking care of it” never came off my lips. Or my husband’s. When I told him I was pregnant, he said with his voice calm and steady, “Okay. Okay . . . all right . . . this is all right.” I asked him, “What do you MEAN this is all right?” “I mean we can do this. We’ll get through this. It’ll be okay. And, . . . I love babies. We’re going to have another baby. Sweetheart, this is a gift. This is something wonderful from something terrible. We can DO this.” And I began to feel the stirrings of joy for the new life in my womb, blossoming under my heart. That new love that would grow so fierce it overwhelmed any trepidation or angst. And my husband was right. We could do it.
On my last morning aboard the ship, I said to this caring team, “If you ever think about this again, if you ever wonder what happened to me — I had a beautiful baby in October 2014.” Their reaction . . . , the looks on their faces . . . , the doctor who had pushed abortion more vehemently than the others — she had tears in her eyes. For the first time, I thought of how God can use this, this nightmare I’d endured. Use me.
I live in North Carolina. My OB who delivered my last two children was running in the Republican primary for U.S. Senate. He talks to people all the time who challenge him with the “What about in cases of rape?” question. What about them? My son will have a voice. Until he can use it, it’s my responsibility — my privilege — to speak for him. That’s my story.
During my pregnancy, I was in and out of the hospital for a couple of months – more in than out. I had preeclampsia, high blood pressure and uncontrolled seizures. It was terrifying at 26 weeks when they admitted me saying they might have to deliver that night — terrifying because I desperately wanted my son to live! We got past that fear. I had strict bed rest, but was home. Every week we made it further was awesome, knowing how glad I’d be once he got here safely in my arms. Emotionally, I was doing very well.
We were working with a really godly team of doctors. It’s just a matter of trusting utterly. This wasn’t new. I’d felt completely out of control since the assault in January — not that “control” is ever anything but an illusion, but, you know. 8-1/2 months ago the world upended and hadn’t righted since — until my son was born. It’s not a bad thing. It keeps me on my knees, keeps me from my arrogant, self reliant “It’s okay, God. I got this” attitude, which I’m so quick to adopt.
Our little boy may have been conceived in violence, but he is a gift from God — a delicious gift that filled the hole in our family that we never realized was there. He made us complete.
I’m so thankful to have been connected to other mothers who became pregnant by rape as well. We are survivors. Not victims. My son has healed me.
The pressure to abort from the medical community was extremely eye opening to me. So many times I was told how “simple” it would be and how quickly I could just “get on with my life” once it was over. It was heartbreaking to have to repeatedly hear it. Even some friends thought keeping the baby was a mistake — that I wouldn’t be able to handle things emotionally. Every time we, as rape survivor mothers, share our stories, we are strengthened as we strengthen others. . . . And who knows what lives might be spared?
LifeNews Note: Jennifer Christie is a wife and mother of 5, and a blogger for www.savethe1.com.
——if she didn’t abort the rapist’s kid, then it wasn’t rape.——
Are you implying she was asking to be raped...her story is bogus...she was committing adultery...?
Women never lie, do they?
Do elaborate ... Do you think this particular woman was and is lying? Do you interpret her refusal to dismember a baby as evidence that she was and is lying?
Please ... be honest, here ...
refermech
Since Aug 16, 1998
Age of Reason
Since Nov 4, 1998
You two aren’t the same person, are you?
Are you nuts?
1998? You’ve been on the wrong forum for sixteen years?
Do you always recommend the murder innocent unborn babies for the sins of their fathers?
It is a possibility no? It’s laudable the woman went through with the pregnancy but the scenario is fraught with problems down the line. Good luck to them. They are going to need it.
You didn’t answer either of my questions.
Do you interpret her refusal to dismember a baby as evidence that she was and is lying?
She’s lying or she isn’t. It’s your call.
Inquiring minds ...
It was you who brought up the issue.
"Women never lie, do they?"
If these are the thoughts that pop into your heads after reading this life-affirming story, then all I have to say is that the both of you are twisted and need to seek serious spiritual help ASAP.
I would hope the Admin might take notice.
Your handle is actually age of reason? You are anything but. If you’re off your medications, I’m willing to come and assist in tracking them down.
There is no excuse to say what you did, not a one.
You owe an apology to a lot of people.
Great post. Everyone knows it’s traumatic for the woman and to then find out you’re pregnant after such a reprehensible act only compounds the issue. I am most struck by her husband’s response.
I can say that my ex-husband would not have responded in such a devoted, caring manner. For some men, it’s difficult enough if you have to adopt which is a choice you are actively making; however, to accept this innocent child who was conceived under such circumstances...THAT is unconditional love.
Stories like this give me some hope for humankind.
I agree, yet there have been comments made by some whose only purpose was to sew discord, to inflame and offend, tolerance of which, is by no means a virtue.
i have concerns about this story, one of which is that a married woman with four children is working a job that requires not only overnight travel, but travel on a cruise ship for days or weeks. Possible, of course. Just feeling a little cautious.
“Scratchy transatlantic” telephone calls from Columbia? In 2012 or so?
Maybe.
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