Pregnancy Medical Center

Robins Story

Pregnant?

Me?

I always thought that could never happen to me. Teen pregnancy doesn’t just happen to girls that sleep around; it happens to cheerleaders who are members of the honor society, from upstanding Christian homes. I thought somehow I was protected, but I wasn’t. Sixteen years old, pregnant…abortion is my only choice. My boyfriend obviously didn’t want a baby and I couldn’t possibly tell my parents.

I looked in the newspaper and there I found an ad that said ABORTION. I called the toll free number. No one had to know, I’ll just go and get this over with…I thought to myself. My best friend drove me to the abortion clinic that day. I walked in the door and took a seat in the waiting room with lots of other scared girls. I saw a familiar face from school, but didn’t speak because the awful truth of why we were there may come out. As they called my name I felt my stomach tremble. They ushered me into a small room to take my money and have me sign a few papers. I never heard a word the women said. My mind was turning in a thousand directions. They took me to a room were we sat waiting to be called to the back. Many of them were talking and watching TV, I was thinking ~How did I end up here? When will this all be over?!

They finally called me into the room where I would have my abortion. As I lay on the table waiting for the Dr. to come in I was terrified. I told the nurse I wanted to leave. I felt so scared and alone. She assured me everything would be ok. As the Dr. began the procedure I remember the coldness of the instruments and then the sound. The unforgettable sound of the suction machine that was tearing my baby into pieces.

They escorted me to the recovery room where all the girls sat in recliners eating, and watching TV. I was curled in a ball crying. As I left out the back door, I knew my life would never be the same. I bled for days and I don’t know which was worse, the pain in my stomach or the pain in my heart.

I suffered through many complications after my abortion, like an acute PID infection, and post abortion trauma. I ended up in counseling to deal with the anxiety attacks I was having, but it was many years later before the Lord healed my heart and set me free from my abortion experience. It’s not a quick fix for a problem that seems too big to handle…it’s a life altering decision. Get the answers before you make the choice!

Robin

In memory of Pricilla Jones

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