An Open Letter From A Post Abortion Mom-Part 1



As we enter pregnancy and infant loss awareness month, I know many won't include abortion, but I assure you that the loss of aborted babies is just as painful a loss. In fact, a child died, and a pregnancy was ended. Yes, I am a post-abortion mom, and here is my story.


It didn't start the way you might expect. I mean, there was nothing so abnormal about my life that one would think this would be a part of my story. I had a great family; I had parents that loved me and wanted the best for me. I had people that loved me and cheered for me in life. Let me back up a bit...


I was one of those little girls that loved dolls; I loved playing family, and all of my babies were very real to me. I had a ton of accessories and cared for them well. We were never in a crisis; they were never not wanted. I fed them bottles and changed their diapers, and oh, how I loved them! I couldn't wait to be a mommy!



As I grew older, I was in love with being in love. Like every young girl, I wanted that special someone to pick me. I wanted someone to adore me and to love me. I found him; well, I thought I had. I lost confidence in myself and became scared and convinced that no one else would want me like him. I was so desperate to keep him interested that I crossed into sin- a sin that landed me into a crisis.


"Sin will take you further than you ever wanted to go.

Keep you longer than you ever wanted to stay.

Cost you more than you're willing to pay."


When I realized that I could be pregnant, I went to a friend who was a nurse and asked for help. As the test began to show positive results, my heart sank into a deep despair. The disappointment I became to myself, my friend, and my parents put me into a place of isolation and rejection. There was no excitement. There was no congratulations; I only felt sorrow.


"The thief comes not, but for to kill and destroy..." John 10:10a


Abortion steals, and you can never get back what was taken.


Part 2 on October 14, 2020

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