by AG (Florida)
Born into a Irish-Catholic family. Twelve years of catholic school. Was force fed the horror stories of abortion and babies trying to escape the doctors ripping forceps. I also grew up and matured. Realized the hypocrisy of the catholic church. When I was 19 and contracted my first UTI, I had a visit with my GYN. He prescribed my birth control and penicillin at the same time. The doctor nor the pharmacy ever warned me about the dangers of mixing the medicines. In 1990 pamphlets weren’t handed out with your prescriptions yet. I may have cured my bladder infection but I also got pregnant. As a 19 year old nursing student dating an unemployed surfer, I knew and always knew what I would do if I ever got pregnant. My GYN performed terminations but he was on vacation for 3 weeks. So I had to wait. I was still surfing, smoking pot and was the maid of honor in my sister’s wedding. My boyfriend of 2 years wanted to break up with me so bad. Not sure why. The whole pregnancy scared him away and away he went. Thanks to my Mother and my best friend who took me to the doctors office that morning.
There were christian picketers outside the doctors office that morning. Someone dressed as the ‘rim Reaper holding a scythe, people holding bloody baby dolls, screaming and brandishing signs. It was scary, I didn’t want to get out of the car. My mother put a jacket over my head, ran me into the office screaming “Fuck off” and giving them the finger. Inside I was already pre-registered and was lead into an inside waiting room. There were about 12 other women there waiting. The doctor was running late. To break the tension and put some of the ladies at ease I did a very quick stand-up routine. I could see so many different walks of life in that room; lawyers, cashiers, prostitutes, office assistants, Mothers, drug addicts, teenagers. I broke the ice for all of us, put a smile on our faces during our scary journey. I felt better and so did everyone else.
My name was called, I was lead to an exam room, changed into a gown. The doctor came in, did a quick exam, told me it was like removing a small tumor or lump of tissue. It took maybe 10 minutes. I cried. I screamed my boyfriend’s name. I knew it was the last thing of him that I had and I was a sad little girl. I cried because I had a broken heart. He was at home screwing his new girlfriend while I aborted our fetus.
They put me in a ‘recovery’ room for about an hour. I went home took and nap, got dressed and went out to a party. I wore black spandex pants and a crop top. Being 19, athletic and only about 7 weeks pregnant I hadn’t shown at all. The relief I felt, the weight lifted off my shoulders. Getting pregnant was like getting aids but pregnancy had a cure.
Thanks to my mom and best friend for being there for me and helping me. I was very lucky to have them both.
Today, 20 years later I am the mother of 4 children. I was a gestational surrogate for an infertile couple. I gave birth to twin girls the day before my 30th birthday. I enjoy being pregnant very much. I love babies and children. I also love the fact that abortion is legal!