Ten years ago this March, I became pregnant. Only 14 years old. My 15
year old boyfriend and I had only had sex three times when I got
pregnant. I was very scared and did not know what to do. I must have
been about 7 or 8 weeks pregnant. I was young and very naive. I thought
everything would be all right. He told me he would take care of me. "We
will get married." He had already given me a promise ring.
I was very nervous about telling my parents. My mother and father were
divorced. My mother abandoned us every chance she could to marry number
three of the five husbands she has had. I saw my father every other
weekend. On which, the only words that were spoken were, "You are in the
way of the TV."
My mother was getting ready for a date, when I walked in the bathroom.
She knew before I could even get the words out. She slapped me across the
face. All she could say were words like, "How could you do this to me?"
"You are having an abortion" "I'm not raising that baby!" "I will throw
you out on the streets before I let you have that baby." She also told
me, because I was so young, I could not physically have the baby. "It
would kill me." She made me promise not to tell anyone.
My mother and father drove me to my boyfriend's house to have a
'meeting.' My parents took him in one room, and his parents took me in
another. His mother held me tight and said, "We'll help you." I could
only imagine what my parents were telling my boyfriend. No one ever asked
me what I wanted. I wanted my baby! I loved my baby!
That was the last time I spoke to my boyfriend or his parents again. Two
miserable weeks later my mother drove me two hours away to have an
abortion. I cried the whole way. My mother never spoke a word. The
doctor asked me, "Do you really want to do this?" Wanting so much to
scream NO!! All I could say, with tears running down my face was, "I have
Several suicide attempts, two mental hospitals, and six therapists later,
I still cannot say the word 'ABORTION' out loud.
Five years ago I was diagnosed with ovarian tumors and endometriosis. I
was told I could never have children. I thought God was punishing me for
my horrible sin. I now realize that God has forgiven me. I am working on
My husband and I just had our second child together. A healthy little
boy. I have a three year old beautiful girl. My family is complete. I
am happy now, but I think about that baby everyday. I wish I could have
done things differently. I wish I would have stood up for my baby.
My 'Angel Baby' is remembered in my prayers everyday, as well as all the
other babies who weren't given 'a choice.'
Please choose LIFE.
Thank you for allowing me to share my story. Maybe it will help someone.
Thank you for having this web site. God Bless.