In an interview in March with Planned Parenthood president Cecile Richards, Fusion TV’s Jorge Ramos asked Richards the question of all questions, “When does life start? When does a human being become a human being?” I've personally wanted to ask her that question, and specifically, about when she thought my life began (before, during or after I survived the failed abortion), for a long time!
Understandably, a lot of people have questions about abortion survivors. How we survive, why we survive, what the impact is for us (emotionally, mentally, physically and spiritually), why the realities of survivors is not well-known or spoken about, even by survivors, themselves.
I had a powerful conversation the other night at the Gospel Haven Church in Millersburg, Ohio, with an adoptive mother who is also a part of the Pure Gift of God adoption assistance program in the Millersburg community (you can check them out on Facebook). On reflection I thought our conversation was worthy of sharing with others.
Every pregnancy is different. At close to three months pregnant currently, I’ve been reflecting upon this quite often. Whereas my first pregnancy with Olivia was uncomplicated, my second pregnancy with our son, Gabriel, resulted in a miscarriage late in the first trimester. While my pregnancy with Gabriel resulted in a miscarriage, this third pregnancy has been void of complications thus far.
"There are other people who are haunted by abortion, too. Nurses and doctors."
Sixty-two days. Today, my dear son or daughter, you are 62 days old. I say son or daughter, because, you are 62 days old in the womb today, so we don’t know a whole lot yet about you. But what we do know is this. You are ours and you are loved.
With an estimated 650,000 people expected to participate in the March for Life later this month, it bears reflecting on why, exactly, we participate. With the March for Life's hashtag, #whywemarch, you can share via social media why you march.
“With only a few weeks to go before the turning of the clock to a new calendar year arrives, perhaps instead of looking back at how much of our own "to do" list we accomplished...we measure our success with this one simple question:
I pinched my finger in a door the other day, and as I let out a yelp of pain in response, simultaneously, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind that I hadn't let cross it in a long time: 'I wonder how much pain I experienced during the abortion that I survived?'