Posted on 07/31/2004 5:18:29 PM PDT by Keyes2000mt
I put my co-pay and a small donation on my credit card. It's a lot less than I thought I'd have to pay. I'm relieved, since I have student fees and rent coming up. More waiting. I get very hungry. I wish I had eaten breakfast before coming. I look over the pamphlet and discover NuvaRing. It sounds great and so much more convenient than the Pill. My regular doctor had not mentioned it. I had no idea there was something so easy available. I'm excited to get started with that right away.
Three hours after first arriving, it's finally time. I'm led to a bathroom and told to empty my bladder and put a pad in my underwear. I'm then led to another room where I strip from the waist down and lie on a table. I realize that I'm not even nervous. I feel a little awkward lying on a table with no pants, but nothing too bad. The doctor comes in, introduces himself, and shakes my hand. A woman stands next to me and starts some small talk. It gets my mind off what's going on. I barely feel a thing at first. The woman next to me warns I'll soon hear the vaccuum turn on and feel some cramping. It was still a bit surprising to feel cramps so suddenly. It is uncomfortable, but not painful. More small talk. She's a cat person but her apartment won't allow them. I sympathize.
Finally, I hear the machine shut off, and the woman next to me says it is hopefully over. The doctor confirms. All the important parts have been removed. I'm done.
The doctor reminds me of the importance of scheduling a follow-up exam before leaving the room. As soon as I sit up, the cramps get a lot better. I get dressed and go into the recovery room. I'm still hungry, and a little cold, but am feeling pretty good. The cramps aren't that bad, and I'm relieved to have the procedure done.
I tell the woman I have decided on the NuvaRing. We discuss that and go over my aftercare. 7 days of antibiotics. No sex, tampons, or lifting over twenty pounds for two weeks. Nothing I can't handle. I'm reminded once more to make an appointment for a follow-up exam in three to four weeks. I get a small brown bag with papers describing everything I was told about, a bottle of antibiotics, and my first NuvaRing. Another woman checks my blood pressure and temperature again. My blood pressure has come back down.
I'm hungry, and I want a nap, but I'm feeling good about my decision, and relieved that it's over. My roommate takes me for lunch and drops me off at home before heading into work. I'm hardly bleeding at all.
I talk to my mom on the phone a few hours later. I lie and say that nothing's new in my life. I know she wouldn't approve, but I also know she's not ready to be a grandmother yet.
Feb. 7: After a few days of just light spotting, it's starting to feel like a period flow. I haven't used pads in over ten years. It feels strange.
I make the appointment for my follow-up exam. It will be on February 25, exactly three weeks after the procedure. They'll make sure there were no complications, and I'll get the chance to buy more NuvaRings.
Walking home from the store, I hear a baby wailing through an apartment window on my street. I chuckle to myself and think how happy I am that won't be my window later this year.
To simply say "I'm not sorry" or "I don't regret it" is not strong enough. Having an abortion was the best decision I ever made. I'm glad I did it, and I'm 100% confident that I made the right choice for myself, my lover, and our situation. It's not right for everyone, but it was right for me, and I'll do everything in my power to make sure every woman has the opportunity to decide if it is right for her without legislation making that decision for her.
Any pregnancy will change your life, whether you have the baby or not. It should be up to us how we let it change us.
(Excerpt) Read more at imnotsorry.net ...
Okay.
If I can offer any advice, try to enjoy the process. Upon learning that we were successful, the first two thoughts that entered my mind were: relief, and a satisfaction that I would be able to sleep through the night! Of course, I knew that would end in 9 months!
Nathan's now 27 months old, a strapping corn-fed Texas boy, whose favorite movies/shows range from Dora the Explorer to 2 Fast 2 Furious to Most Extreme Eliminations on Spike TV!
When you are successful, you'll be great parents.
As to the "woman" in the article, I'm going to pray for her, because her soul is in grave danger. If she's so proud of her actions, why didn't she tell her mother at the first opportunity?
Because she intuitively knew that abortions are wrong!
I agree. Sometimes the "post traumatic syndrom" of abortion don't surface until years later.
I estimate that it will either be a sudden shock someday, or a pervasive sadness that will always haunt her.
I know women who have had abortions, and I have yet to meet one who said they were perfectly happy with their decision, and glad they did it. Usually, they look back on the situation ruefully and become distracted in thought for a few minutes.
I think any woman who is contemplating an abortion should be forced to see pictures or watch a movie about the procedure. But of course, that would cut short the cash cow abortion mill business, eh??
It's easy to bop along and resume your life when everything is going your way. But there comes a day, when you are older, maybe married with children, maybe not married at all, maybe wanting to bear a child but can't. The ghosts of these children live on in other children you see on a daily basis, and these women's minds create a mental calendar of this aborted child's birthday.
So sad, so sad for the infants who are butchered.
I think this story is BS.
I'm glad she had an abortion...I wouldn't want her infecting her screwed ideals into her offsrping.
Along these same lines, today I met my 16 year old daughter's birth mother. A few weeks ago we met her birth father. If you count my wife, my daughter, me, our son, a couple of birth parents, a new half sister, three new half brothers and a herd of aunts, uncles and a new set of grand parents, there is a small town worth of people who are most pleased there was no abortion 16 years ago.
"Walking home from the store, I hear a baby wailing through an apartment window on my street. I chuckle to myself and think how happy I am that won't be my window later this year. "
My God. . .
"I feel sorry for this woman. She's either pitiful or evil."
I'm perfectly willing to give her the benefit of the doubt and assume she's merely pitiful.
Be assured she thought nothing of her decision. I have known women just like her who have had more than one abortion.
deep sorrow is all I can feel right now
My 16 yo son sent this to me in an Email, my son was adopted by us his parents when he was 4 days old. The best part of the Email was all the people that had previously forwarded this around -- you could tell by their addresses that they were all adolescents. There is hope, we adults just have to keep fighting and we must fight hard.
Dear Mommy, I am in Heaven now, sitting on Jesus' lap. He loves me and cries with me; for my heart has been broken. I so wanted to be your little girl. I don't quite understand what has happened. I was so excited when I began realizing my existance. I was in a dark, yet comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes. I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings. I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping. Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me. Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you. Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry. I heard Daddy yelling back. I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon. I wondered why you cried so much. One day you cried almost all of the day. I hurt for you. I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy. That same day, the most horrible thing happened. A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in. I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help me. Maybe you never heard me. The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming, "Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me." Complete terror is all I felt. I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore. Then the monster started ripping my arms off. It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain. It didn't stop. Oh, how I begged it to stop. I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off. Though I was in such complete pain, I was dying. I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me. I wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans to make you happy. Now I couldn't; all my dreams were shattered. Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all. I wanted more than anything to be your daughter. No use now, for I was dying a painful death. I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you. I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn't know the words you could understand. And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them; I was dead.I felt myself rising. I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful place. I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone. The angel took me to Jesus and set me on His lap. He said He loved me, and He was my Father. Then I was happy. I asked Him what the thing was that killed me. He answered, "Abortion. I am sorry, my child; for I know how it feels." I don't know what abortion is; I guess that's the name of the monster. I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I wanted to be your little girl. I tried very hard to live. I wanted to live. I had the will, but I couldn't; the monster was too powerful. It sucked my arms and legs off and finally got all of me. It was impossible to live. I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you. I didn't want to die. Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster. Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did. Please be careful.
Love,
Your Baby Girl
I read it that way, too at first.
This story is not as revolting as the female (avoiding lady or woman here) who had the "selective reduction"; she was carrying naturally conceived triplets and had two identical twins aborted so that they wouldn't interfere with her life style. Story links here:
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1179593/posts
Keep telling yourself that, honey, especially when your 'lover' has left you for another chick and you keep waking in the middle of the night for some reason you just can't fathom.
"Having an abortion was the best decision I ever made. I'm glad I did it, and I'm 100% confident that I made the right choice for myself, my lover, and our situation."
Time will not be kind with her. Without her youth , good looks and no lovers, she will come to regret her abortion. When she is seventy years old, crippled and alone in a cold, low income institutional nursing home, she will regret her decision.
If she does have any children, she will be fearful that her children put her there because it just wasn't the" right time" to have her around. They, too "will decide it " was the best decision they ever made"
God Sees all and WAITS.
I'm afraid so.
I really wish that this was fictional because I can't believe that someone could make such vacuous and amoral comments about having an abortion.
Actually, it's perfectly believable. I think I would have had the same attitude at one time, perhaps moreso since I'm male. I didn't give abortion a second thought. It was just something people did. It wasn't until much later, after I had thought about it, that it seemed so self-evident that most instances of abortion today is murder, the deliberate forced termination of an innocent human life. Regardless of what we want to call it to ease our consciences, it's not unreasonable to expect people to face facts. We can then go from there to argue whether certain forms of murder are justifiable or not. I think many people are pro-choice because they see it from a distance. They don't really give it a lot of thought and the default position is to allow the individual to make the choice for herself. It sounds perfectly plausible as long as you think of the fetus as a 'thing' rather than a new member of the species Homo Sapiens. I'll have to look at the pro-choice arguments in more detail. I keep expecting I'll see something better than the 'privacy' angle.
Human nature is monstrous. In pre-Christian Europe, unwanted babies were thrown into wells. I remember reading an account of a priest who was a missionary who was horrified that one could walk to a well and hear the cries of children. I can only assume that children were thrown into old, unused (and perhaps dry) wells and if they survived the fall and did not drown they starved to death.
Even in America not too long ago, mobs would lynch a black person on Saturday and the killers might show up for church on Sunday like nothing happened. Taking part in the ritual murder of human beings did not bother the sociopaths and the more normal people might have felt disdain for such activities but not to the point of really opposing lynchings, either.
Hitler and Stalin had no trouble recruiting killers, and most people went along with it -- some out of fear and some out of opportunism and some out of indifference.
Civilization is a very thin veneer over barbarism and conscience is a very fragile thing. It will always be a struggle to uphold civilized values. Indeed, it might be one of the few things we can do that really matters. But it has always been a struggle and often progress is made at a terrible cost but the alternative of accepting things as they are is even more terrible.
I put it (not a her) on the same level as a cat or hog
that eats its get.
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