The day of my abortion, the baby’s father, with whom I shared another child, blacked my eye for requesting the additional money to cover anesthesia. As I walked in, protesters called me a sinner and shoved pics of mutilated babies in my face. I asked one of them if she wanted to adopt the baby. She didn’t.
I was prepped and on the table, tears streaming down my face. The RN said, “you don’t have to do this”.
But I knew that I did and was relieved to have the choice. I made the right one. We must protect that choice for all women.
