I got pregnant when I was 17. It was
my senior year in high school and I had a steady boyfriend. When I first missed
my period and blamed it on stress (due to graduation). I discussed it with my
mother and she suggested that I might be pregnant. She told me to go ahead and
take a pregnancy test. At this point I was in denial and decided to give it a
couple more weeks.
After those weeks were up I went to the clinic to have
my pregnancy test. When the results came back positive, I had mixed emotions.
I immediately called my mother and she asked me what I wanted to do. Before then
I never thought about my options. As far as I was concerned, abortion
was my only option. I had plans-- to go to college and establish a life for myself--
a baby just wasn't part of it.
That same week I made an appointment at
a nearby abortion clinic. My mother took off work the next week and
she and my aunt drove me to the clinic. I went into the clinic that day unsure
of what to expect. I'd heard several abortion stories before but they could not
prepare me for what I was about to experience. The actual abortion itself was
painful. All I can remember is sweating profusely, curling my toes, and asking
God to please let it be over soon. After the actual procedure, I felt worn out
and happy to have survived. When I returned home, my father and uncle were waiting,
and both treated me as if nothing ever happened.
Looking back on
all this I must say, I have no regrets. I feel that the most important right we
have as individuals is the freedom of choice, to take this right away is a sin.Heidi
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