Teen Abortion Issues

I got married six days before I turned eighteen. My Husband was in the Navy and was about to be deployed. I loved him with all of my heart, and so we wed on November 21st, 2008. He and I were trying for a baby for 6 months. I got pregnant three times. Each time I had a miscarriage by the end of the second to the beginning of the third month. I was hurt and confused every time it happened. I thought GOD was punishing me for something wrong I had done. During our 5th, 6th, and 7th month of being married my husband was cheating on me…with four other women. I only found this out since we have been separated (month 8). We are now in month nine of our previous marriage. I was Pregnant.

Not only was I almost four months pregnant because my last miscarriage was false but he was claiming to want a DNA test. Well, I would have settled for that since I haven’t had sex with anyone else (2 people in my entire life), and I know he was the father of my unborn child. However, he didn’t stop there. He told me to forget about the DNA and said, “We’ll abort it.” I was furious and fought him on the fact that it isn’t his decision to make. I told him that it was my body and I was the one who would have to live with MY decision.

I knew all of my facts but wasn’t strong enough.

I let my 20-year-old husband persuade me into an abortion. He wasn’t by my side when it happened and all he did was meet me for lunch, which I didn’t eat, afterwards. He’s still with his new girlfriend, and I’m all alone.

I regret having my baby aborted every single day. I cry whenever I see a toddler or hear a fussy baby in a store. I wish I had my baby to hush and love and cherish.

I hope GOD will give me one more chance at this. I’m sorry baby! Mommy will always love you!

I was sixteen years old when I found out I was pregnant. I’d cheated pregnancy for awhile, not using condoms, improper use of birth control. My boyfriend and I just figured nothing like that could happen to us. However, we were very wrong. My boyfriend had been away to college for about a year, and we still saw each other when we could. He meant everything to me even though he had changed so much after he’d moved away. But I never thought he could change so much to hurt me like he did. He was home for Christmas/New Years Break and we had been hooking up and hanging out like always…then he went back and we pretty much stopped talking once again. A month went by and I started noticing already that my stomach was very tight and pudgy. I had morning sickness frequently, so I decided to take a pregnancy test. I was too embarrassed to even buy the test myself, so i had my friend get it for me. I took three tests, and sure enough they were all positive. I looked at her and immediately started crying. I was so scared of the dissapointment all my family would have toward me, but I knew somehow I could tough this out and be a good mom.

I waited about a week before I could even think of telling anyone…I knew it could not be my mom, so I called the person I trusted most - my aunt. I thought she would help me, but instead she made me tell my mom or she said she would tell her. I will never forget the hurt in my mother’s eyes and the shame she had toward me when I told her. I could not bear how she felt toward me, saying I purposely meant to get pregnant so he would be stuck with me. I was so scared. She said, “You know you have to have an abortion.”  I told her that abortion was definately not an option whatsoever. A week or so passed, and she had still not calmed down or changed her mind. I figured she would gradually just have to accept it. But she betrayed me instead. We drove up to my ex-boyfriend’s apartment and talked to him. He told me there was no way we could have this baby, and mom told me I had to have an abortion or I would have to move out. I didn’t have anybody or anywhere to run to. Before I left his house I turned and asked once more, “Are you sure this is really what you want?” he answered, “Yes.” That’s the last I saw or heard from him for a long time, other than all the pictures of him drunk on facebook with all kinds of girls.

I’ll never forget when I told my best friend. She told me she could not talk to me anymore because I was a murderer. She also told the whole school, who then hated me. Mom drove me to the clinic, and as we reached the entrance there were pro-life supporters putting signs in my face and telling me how they couldn’t have babies and they would take mine. Mom pushed me through them before I could talk. I even grabbed a brochure from one woman. When we got into the building there were older women with their boyfriends joking around and acting as if nothing was wrong. I WAS THE ONLY GIRL IN THE ROOM CRYING. We talked to a counselor and she told me it was my mom’s choice because I was underage.

When I saw my ultrasound, I said, “Is that my baby?” She said, “Well, it isn’t really a baby, more like a blob.” They drew my blood, and I passed out. A guy doctor forced my first pill and gave me the others to take at home. The next day, I took the rest. I’ll never forget what happened next, and I’ll never forget how I faced it all alone. Nothing can explain the emotional and physical pain of an abortion, expecially one you know you do not want. Your body cannot move, your thoughts cannot move, but your soul can…my soul moved right out of my body that day. I haven’t been the same since.

It hurts everytime I drive by a pro-life billboard or when kids in my class write reports on how “anybody who has an abortion is evil.” I don’t even know how to feel anymore. Girls, please make an abortion your choice. Please do not do what I did. Don’t settle for being “forced.” There is not a day that goes by that I don’t wonder if I could have tried just a little harder and maybe I would have my baby right now. I love you keira, and I hope you can forgive me.

A few years ago I was dating this guy, and things weren’t going fast enough for him. He raped me; and as a result, I got pregnant. My mom forced me into getting an abortion, saying that I would never be able to finish school or have a normal life.

Everyday I wish I had stood up to my mom. My baby’s first birthday would have been two weeks ago.

The day I found out that I was pregnant I was scared, nervous, and happy all at the same time. I called my boyfriend at the time and told him. He was speechless but he was happy, I could tell. I don’t have my own place, and I just finished high school. I’m living with my uncle and his family. I told my uncle the same day I found out. He told me that I had to make a choice to keep it or not, so I called my boyfriend and told him to come over. We talked and we chose to keep it. We started choosing names, and we were talking about the future with the child and everything. 

I just had to get a second opinon on this decision, even though it was all up to me anyway. Well, I called my cousin and ask told her about it, and she told me that I didn’t want to be a mother without anywhere to live and that I didn’t want to be like my mother because my mother was not a good mother at all, and she is just getting her own place at the age of 40. So she was like you don’t want to end up like her, and I really don’t.

But now that I think about it I regret it because who is to say that I am going to be like her. No one knows…just because I’m a bit young. I could make it. I know it would be a struggle, but it is possible. I’m not with my boyfriend anymore. He was going through his own problems, and I honestly think that one of them is because I got the abortion. If I could take the day back I really would. I am truly sorry, and I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART. RIP TO MY BABY BOY/GIRL.

Me and my boyfriend were convinced that it wouldn’t happen to us.

We foolishly didn’t use contraception one night after a party. I was a bit worried so I did some research a few days later and found that there was a very strong possibility that I could be pregnant. I prayed for my period. It didn’t come. I waited and waited but it still didn’t happen. I started feeling really ill all the time, so my boyfriend bought a pregnancy test. When I saw ‘pregnant’ I still couldn’t believe it was true. I tried to just carry on like normal. I have always been very anti-abortion and couldn’t deal with the idea of killing our baby but I couldn’t face my family knowing, and I selfishly didn’t want to ‘ruin’ the future I had planned for myself. It wasn’t easy to choose a termination, but we did.

We went to the doctors, and it was sickening to see how easy it was to destroy a life. The doctors were all so supportive of my decision, not once was I asked why I wanted this to happen. The day of my hospital appointment arrived, and I felt sick with disgust at what I was doing. The doctors prepped me for the surgical abortion, and I felt nothing but loathing for myself.

Not a day has gone by since the termination where I haven’t thought of my baby. Today, 25th of July 2009, was my due date; but there will be no birthdays for my little one. I have to live with this for the rest of my life. I only wish I could change my actions.

I had just turned 17 when I found out I was pregant. It was by my boyfriend who I was on and off with for 4 yrs. He told me he was going to be there for me and that I had nothing to worry about. As soon as I told my mother he just left me. He stopped calling and just acted like he didn’t know me. I went to his house and had to tell his mother what was going on, and she looked at me like I was the reason why he had just up and left me. I was so hurt and torn to know that the person who loved me and was the father of my child could just leave me when I needed him the most. Two weeks after I told my mom my baby’s daddy got locked up. So I sat down with my mom and told her how I felt and asked what I should do. I made up my mind that I should have an abortion. It was very hard to come to, but I knew that I wouldn’t be strong enough to give my baby up for adoption. I’m adopted and I didn’t want my child to ever go through what I went through.

Right after I had the abortion I found out that he cheated on me the whole time and was telling everyone that I wasn’t pregant and that if I was it wasn’t his. I did what I had to do for so many reasons, and it kills me every day knowing what I did, but I’m going to have to be strong and live with that pain for the rest of my life. But I would rather suffer than see my own child suffer.

I was 14 years of age, about 3 weeks to turning 15, when I started having symptoms. I took a pregnancy test after awhile with one of my best friends and turned out to be +. I couldn’t believe it. I was in shock and scared, not because of the people around me, but because of my mother. I talked to my closest friends and the father of the child. They all said keep it, except for the daddy, who was telling me to take the pill because he was too young to support. He was only 16, but at a point he was acting like he had no part in this. So eventually I came to a decision where I was keeping my child. I felt so happy, but things didn’t go well because my mother pushed me into an abortion and did not let me have any say in this.

Till this day I regret everything that I did to my 3 month baby. Every day I cry about it and ask God to forgive me for what I’ve done. I see many teens keeping their children and think back and ask myself ,”Why didn’t I?” Now I think and say, “I’d rather go through a day of pain of giving life to my child than a pain of a lifetime.” Think about your baby before you think about yourself because there’s no turning back afterward.

I’m 18 and just recently had an abortion. My boyfriend and I already have a child and thought it was the best option for us. I was 11 weeks…I never experienced that much pain, not even child birth. My doctor was a complete jerk, and the nurse was singing to some pop song on the radio. They couldn’t even clean up the paper underneath me.

At first I felt relieved, but as my boyfriend drove me home it started to hit me what I just did. When we picked up my daughter I broke down. I couldn’t believe I just killed my baby. I cry every day over it. I pray every chance I get that God and my baby can forgive me. When I talk to my daughter and play with her I feel such guilt. I wish I could take it back with everything I have.

I found out I was pregnant around April of 2009. I always belived in having sex with the right guy, and I thought I was. My boyfriend at that time knew I was pregnant before I knew myself. He was soo happy, but I didn’t feel that way at first because I was only 18 and he was 17. He suggested I take a pregnancy test, so he went out and bought one, and the weekend after staying at his house I took one that saturday morning. When I took it, it was positive We then didn’t throw the pregnancy test away. We more or less hid it under his bed. I felt so empty inside. How could this happen to me. We both talked about it, and he told his mom. She was excited, and later on she kept telling me to go to the doctor. The only way that could happen was if I told my parents, which was the last thing I could do.

Then the time came, and I told my mom at Walmart. All she could do was scream at me. I felt so useless. Then my parents both convinced me to have an abortion. I was always pro life, but this seemed at that time to be the right thing to do (to my parents), and I was pressured into having it. I more or less had to do it because I will be attending college in the fall.

I got my abortion on May 9th, and its something you don’t forget about. The worst part is my mom told me to lie about the whole issue. I lied to my boyfriend who hated me at the time but then later forgave me. I believe everyone should be forgiven at some point in their lives. I’m still with the same boyfriend who I think I will be with forever. Having an abortion isn’t the easy way out. You will always remember about it, or even have flashbacks. I still don’t believe God will forgive me, or neither will my parents. Please think about it…it’s something you can’t take back.

My name is Sarah, and I had a abortion three years ago at the age 14. I did not follow my heart, and I did as my mother said. My parents were starting a divorce process, and my mother told me this would be their breaking point. She said I would be the reason my father left us. Scared out of my mind, I trusted her.

I was seven weeks and four days pregnant. I will never forget these words that came out of the doctor’s mouth. It was the worst thing I ever went through, and I regret it nearly everyday. My parents still got divorced, and because of my mother’s selfish lie I will never be the same. Please follow your heart, even if it is not what others say is best.