Monday, August 22, 2011
I had an abortion the summer before I started med school. I had been with my boyfriend for 3 months when I found out I was 12 weeks pregnant, which meant we ended up getting pregnant the first time we slept together despite me being on the pill. I was in shock because I had been on the pill and thought that I should have been smarter than to get pregnant. I mean, I was going to med school!
I found out I was pregnant at my annual Gyn visit. My doctor and I were discussing how my last period was a little late and light and then she sent me for an ultrasound. Apparently no one informed the ultrasound tech that I was not expecting because the first thing she did after inserting the probe was say “And there’s the baby’s heart beat!” I almost died. I suppose on some level I may have known or suspected that being pregnant was a possibility but I was still in total shock when the picture of a fetus came up on the ultrasound monitor.
My doctor did not perform abortions but at least they referred and actually got me an appointment for the end of the week at a private clinic where the doctor did abortions in his office in addition to his regular Gyn care.
I called my boyfriend in tears to tell him. I told him I had to get an abortion, and thankfully he was totally on board and was extremely supportive. He was able to come to my parent’s house the night before the procedure and luckily they were out of town (they still don’t know). He took me to the clinic the next day and was amazingly supportive.
The procedure took a little while because the physician wanted to insert laminaria and give me miso before the procedure since I had never had a baby before. The miso made me sick and there was no place for me to lay down, which was miserable.
Shortly after noon I had the abortion. At the end of the procedure I thanked the doctor and told him how important this was to me since I was starting medical school in a month.
My boyfriend and I are still together 4 years later. I could not imagine the two of us trying to have a child at that point in our relationship and I doubt we would still be together if that was the case.
Next month I will graduate from medical school. I have chosen to go into Ob-Gyn and I am determined to be an abortion provider. I am so thankful for that doctor and have considered trying to contact him to let him know I finished medical school and will soon be a colleague.
Friday, August 19, 2011
When I was 23, I became unexpectedly pregnant. I was a student, with no health insurance, living hundreds of miles away from my family. I had parted ways with my partner in baby-making several months before. When I was 25, I was again unexpectedly pregnant. This time, I was married, to a wonderful man. We were about to buy a house, and I was teaching full-time at a local community college. We had a circle of supportive friends, and family close by. It was the second pregnancy that I chose to terminate, although even to me the first sounds the more obvious answer.
I did not want any more children. I abhorred being pregnant. Both during and after my
impulse to turn my car head-first into oncoming traffic. It required medication, a patient doctor and a year after my twin daughters’ birth for me to come out of my darkness. I terminated a pregnancy. I had an abortion. The words still feel so alien on my tongue. Arguing for abortion had been easy in the abstract, but now I had memories of girls and women waiting anxiously in the front rooms, laying sleepily in the back rooms, aching under our borrowed heating pads.
It is not possible to feel abstractly anymore, watching televised debates
on abortions while you are still bleeding from yours.
located at the end of my block. I am past the age of legal consent. My state does
not have a waiting period. I am married to a man who accepts and supports the
choice I made. I’m an educated, white, middle-class mother of two. I am not
postponing motherhood, sending the spirit of this child away and asking her to
return at a later date. I am slamming a door in the face of any potential children in
my future, cutting them off in a literal, absolute way.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Nearly four years ago I chose to have an abortion. At the time I was 18 years old and about to start college at Cornell University. I had been using birth control faithfully, but still, I got pregnant. I knew there was no way I could raise a baby at that time. It was a hard decision, but I know it was right for me.
Friday, August 12, 2011
I had an abortion three weeks ago.
When I found out I was pregnant I was 15 and attending grade 10 at high school. I was two weeks late for my period, I never thought I could be pregnant. But another week passed and my boyfriend and I really started to worry, I mean we had our whole lives ahead of us.
So I went to the doctors, only to receive a call the next day saying I was definitely pregnant. I remember hanging the phone up crying. That day I never left my room until my boyfriend showed up, he tried to comfort me and said "our only choice is to terminate this pregnancy." I was against abortions at the time, I thought it was murder. So of course I got very angry with him. I couldn't tell my family and I couldn't tell my friends, I had only the health unit to depend on. My family was against abortions, and my older sister couldn't have children, so this was a very tough thing for me to have to do.
I was 12 weeks pregnant and getting sick every day, when finally I decided an abortion is what I would do. We made an appointment and when I was 16 weeks pregnant we headed to the hospital. I cried the whole way there and back. I was very emotional with the whole thing and still am. I found the abortion uncomfortable, but the nurses and counselors helped me a lot and where very supportive. I was scared but my boyfriend was with me through out the whole thing.
To think back makes me cry, but to think ahead makes me feel that I made the right choice. Now I'm all for abortions, and I want every other young women out there to know that we do have choices. If a pregnancy is unwanted, abortions are ok. Even though it may feel wrong going through the termination, at the end you'll realize you made the right choice. I know I did.
21 August 1999
Friday, August 5, 2011
by Sunsara Taylor
Last night, after a beautiful march in support of abortion rights, a group of close to twenty of us went out for food and drink. About half way through our evening, our waitress asked us why there were so many of us together and what the occasion was. In response to our answer, that we were in town to defend abortion rights and Doctor Carhart, she immediately opened up about her own abortion story.
First, our waitress thanked us immensely for being in town. She explained that her mother had worked at abortion clinics and, despite the two crosses that hung around her neck, she was extremely strong in favor of abortion rights. Then, she explained her own experience. She had been on Depo-Provera for over a year and correspondingly hadn't gotten her period in that entire period. Anyway, she got pregnant before her periods had resumed. Because of the hormonal disruptions that were caused by, and still mellowing out in the wake of, taking Depo, her pregnancy felt different to her than her first (she also has an eight year old son). Additionally, due to these same hormonal fluctuations, when she finally tested herself at home for pregnancy, at two different times the test came back negative.
When she finally sought out a doctor to understand what was going on with her body and discovered that she was, indeed pregnant, she was more than four months along. The clinic that she visited for this information would not perform an abortion at this point in a pregnancy and so she sought out searching for a clinic that would. This search led her to Dr. Carhart and his Germantown clinic.
This is when she got very passionate in her story.... To read more, see the original story at A Waitress's Abortion Story I RH Reality Check