Submitted to Abort73 by a 27-year-old woman on January 25, 2006.
I had an abortion on June 13, 1997. I had always believed that I was pro-life until the day I was faced with the decision myself. I grew up in a very strict religious family and was truly afraid that telling my parents that I was pregnant would get me disowned. I was in a daze that day, and for months to come. But when the smoke cleared, (so to speak) I found myself in a deep depression and wanting nothing more than to replace the life of my child with another baby. I thought it would take away the pain. Well, it didn't! It made me realize how precious life is and made me regret the decision even more. I killed my baby! I was the protection between the world and my baby, and I let someone come in and tear my baby into tiny pieces. I'm sure my baby cried out in pain as it started being chopped into bits and suctioned out. Nobody heard her though, she was too small to be heard...I was supposed to be her voice, but I said nothing. After the procedure, I got sick because I was thinking about what I had just done. It's now almost 9 years later, and I still cry about it. Children rely on their mothers to protect them for the first 9 months, and I didn't protect her. I let them come in and hurt my little girl.
Date: January 25, 2006
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