Dana’s Story
Hello, my name is Dana, and I’m sharing my personal story with you, not to tell you what to do, but to maybe help you think it through before you make any drastic decisions.
I had my fourth child in April of 2014. I was a mother, a full-time waiter, and I had a crazy busy life, but I loved my family very much. Originally during my last pregnancy, I had hoped for one more boy, but had another daughter who I am very thankful for. My husband and I thought our family was complete, although we wanted another son, maybe eventually. I started having some stomach issues and underwent surgery in August of 2014, but it turned out I just had a little inflammation. Jokingly, my dad had said to me, “You’re not pregnant already, right?” I laughed and said, “No way.”
I went home that day and thought to myself, “There’s no way, but wait…when was my last period?” Then I thought again, “No way, they tested me before surgery.” Then it came to me: I hadn’t had a period since the beginning of the month prior. I decided it wouldn’t hurt to take one test at home. Low and behold, it came up positive right away. I had super mixed emotions. I felt excited, happy, scared, and so did my husband. As I was putting more and more thought into it, and listening to the opinions of my family, I started to panic. I had just had a baby, this one would make five. How could I pay for all of these children to eat, go to school, do fun things, diapers, who would watch them while we worked? Millions of thoughts were racing through my mind. I always thought I would never make the decision of abortion, but it came to that.
On the morning of the appointment, I kept thinking, “This isn’t right, I shouldn’t go.” But then I thought, “It’s got to happen.” My mother took me to the appointment. The few protesters standing outside with signs against abortion made me feel sick to my stomach. I sat in the appointment, sad, nauseous, and unsure. My mom and I cried. They called my name and did an ultrasound. I could barely sit through it, and I didn’t look once at the screen, but they printed a picture and asked if I would want it. I responded, “Yes.” Next, I went into the room with the doctor to take the first pill. They send you home with the second pill. As the doctor placed the pill in front of me, I felt like the worst person in the world. I grabbed it and took it.
When I left my appointment my mother was talking, and I was just quiet. I was so sad, I felt so sick, and I was already regretting my actions. I was thinking, “What if that would have been the son I wanted.” I cried with my husband, and I cried myself to sleep. The next morning, I was due to take the second set of pill, and I was panicking. I was crying hysterically at home while I looked at my other children still asleep that morning. I decided to look for help, and I Googled Abortion Pill Regret. A website popped up and had a phone number to call. I called and talked to a lovely woman named Debbie, and she was dedicated to help me and showed such compassion. Her first idea was to talk to my obstetrician to see if he would be willing to give me an injection of progesterone. I had called him and told him what I did, and he didn’t want to help me due to concerns of something going wrong, and he didn’t want to be held liable. I was so disappointed and the nurse even tried talking to him. When he again declined, she got in touch with another doctor near me. He was my angel. He wanted to help me! He immediately called in the progesterone to start blocking the effects of the mifepristone. I was monitored a little closer in the beginning, and ended up having a successful pregnancy.
In April of 2015, I gave birth to my perfect little baby boy! I am so happy that there was help out there for me and my baby. I am so very thankful for the nurse that took my phone call and the doctor who didn’t turn his back on me – it is because of them that I have my precious baby boy here with me.
I hope the best for you and want to express to you that this is your own decision, the hardest one you will ever make, and think clearly about it. Don’t take anyone else’s opinions, as this is something you yourself will have to remember for your entire life. I will remember mine as well. In the end, even though the thought of raising a child is scary, it will all be worth it.
God bless you all,
Dana
Cachet’s Story
I never thought I would find myself having a break down in a Wal-Mart bathroom, but I did, and at that moment I knew I had just made a horrible mistake.
Finding out I was pregnant was not the magical moment I envisioned it to be. In fact, it was the complete opposite. I was devastated. From the beginning I had my mind set on not keeping the baby. I tried to convince myself that terminating the pregnancy was the best decision for the child. I didn’t want to bring her into a situation that was less than perfect. I thought, “how can I take care of a baby when I can barely take care of myself?”
A few days after finding out I was pregnant I visited a pregnancy center. I thought the center would provide information on abortion procedures, clinics, and such, but I was actually given information and guidance on caring for a baby, as the pregnancy center was a pro-life facility. After the visit I was still convinced to follow through with my original plan of terminating the pregnancy. I researched a tremendous amount about the abortion pill and decided that was the method I was going to use. I found an office and made my appointment.
The morning of my appointment I tried to block out all of the feelings of possibly keeping the baby. I continued to tell myself that doing this would be best. I felt heaviness in my heart the entire way there, and once I was in the office the heaviness became even stronger. The place felt so dark and morbid. It was really creepy. After being called back to the room, I was briefed on the pills and given information on what to expect for the next few days. I then took the first dose, gathered my things and left.
On my way home I stopped at Wal-Mart to get a few things. Like normal, I went to the bathroom and all at once it hit me that I had just made the worst decision ever. In that moment I knew I did not want to continue with the process of aborting my baby, but I had no idea what to do. I rushed home and jumped on my computer to see if reversing the abortion pill was even an option. All sorts of things were going through my mind, but I was determined to save my baby. Quicker than I thought, I found a site with a number to call for people who were in my exact situation and needed help reversing the pill. The lady who answered was so nice and comforting. She gathered some information and told me she would call me right back. Minutes later, she called back with the number of a doctor who would be able to help. I called the doctor and she had me come in right away. She informed me that it was imperative to start my treatment immediately. The progesterone treatment was a success and months later I welcomed my perfectly healthy baby girl to the world.
Not following through with the abortion pill has been a tremendous blessing. My little girl is the joy of my life and I truly don’t know what I would do with out her. I am so thankful God placed people in my path who were able to make sure my little angel had a chance at life.
Rebecca’s Story
This is my story about how I was given a light, a way, and a chance that saved my son’s life. When I found out I was pregnant, I was fearful and uncertain. My friends asked, “Are you going to keep it?” Obviously, I had a choice. I had 8 months to go before I graduated nursing school. I was in a relationship that was going south by the minute. I had no car and little income. I was not ready to have a baby. All I needed to do was take a pill and the rest would be history. No one had to know and life could go on as I intended. This was a very persuasive argument. It seemed like the right decision, until I took the abortion pill.
After I took the abortion pill, I began to think about how this world is only for a short while, but my choice to abort this baby would be eternal. I would have to face my Creator. It was crystal clear to me that I made a huge mistake. I popped out of bed, went downstairs, and began to search on Google. I clicked on “abortion reversal.” I called the hotline provided on the website and asked, “Is it true that the abortion pill can be reversed?” The hotline nurse answered, “Yes.” She then gave me a number for a doctor and told me to call him. The doctor told me to meet him at the hospital promptly. It was about 11:00pm when I got to the hospital, to meet with the mysterious miracle doctor.
Everything was uncertain and surreal, but this doctor quieted those feelings. He was different from any other doctor I had met. First of all, he was expected to fly out the following morning to a convention. He dropped what he was doing to meet me. Second, it wasn’t a rushed meeting…he greeted me, he educated me, and most importantly he spoke with me about my fears and comforted me with the Word of God. Yes, the Word of God. There was nothing more powerful he could have prescribed me that night because from that moment I surrendered my fears and let God steer the way for me and my unborn baby.
Next, the medical goal was to flood my system with natural progesterone to overpower the abortion pill. This was followed by a course of progesterone for the rest of my pregnancy. I wondered if this would work, or was it already too late? After I went home, no bleeding or cramping occurred. The following Saturday the doctor returned from his trip. My mom accompanied me to see if the reversal worked. We met the doctor for an ultrasound. The baby had a strong heartbeat that resonated throughout the room. Wow! It worked!
I was now worried about how much damage I had possibly done to this baby with the abortion pill. When I voiced these fears to the doctor, he never once succumbed to the negative “what if’s.” Instead, he always directed the attention to the miracle baby growing inside me. Despite any damage that could have been done to the baby, it could also have been overcome. God, was that powerful. From then on I reminded myself that this was no longer in my control. God was in control. All I could control was taking my supplements, going to my appointments, and preparing myself for my baby.
Every ultrasound, consultation and blood draw came out perfectly. My son grew and grew strongly. He was delivered at 8lbs 1 oz with an APGAR score of 8 and 9 (good!). He was gorgeous. He takes my breath away every day. At his 2-month visit his pediatric doctor told us that he looks great and for us to be aware he will probably be advanced with crawling and walking.
I completed nursing school, passing exams before and after the delivery. My boyfriend is on his way to becoming a good husband. As I laid my son down to sleep tonight I started to cry. Despite every trouble, I have my son in my life and no problem seems too big with him.
He is God’s miracle, he is God’s gift to me and this world, and I feel so blessed to be his mom. I just want to hold my miracle son and pass our story on to the countless people who are just like us – those who need an answer and a glimpse of God’s real plan.