Things I did do:
– Realized I hadn’t had a normal period for … hmm… maybe 7 weeks?
– Didn’t think more of it, because I had a copper IUD, I was safe.
– Took a test anyway, just because, you know.
– Took a shower. Kind of panicked. Went to my boyfriend to tell him.
– Cried.
Things we did together:
– Watched a video of how fast the fetus developed, and how big it would be when I’d have the abortion.
– Considered the life of the baby that could be.
– Realized that we did indeed have the resources – financially and socially – to be able to provide for a child, and so the decision was selfish.
– Reassured ourselves that it is okay to make the choice even though it feels selfish.
– Told my parents about our situation and my decision, even though I fully knew they would’ve preferred me to make another choice.
Things that happened:
– I received nothing but love and support from my parents
– I cried. A lot. Cried when I entered the medical room for the procedure.
– I apologized to the medical personnel for my crying – “I’m sorry for creating such a bad working environment for you, I really am okay with my decision.”, she sobbed.
– I cried in the weeks after.
– I was painfully aware that I would’ve been so many months pregnant.
– I felt some sort of Survivors’ guilt.
– I celebrated the days after when I: 1) Wanted to have sex again. 2) Stopped bleeding. 3) Reached the date for the birth that never came.
Things I didn’t do:
– Regret my decision. Never.
