My name is Christine. I was just sixteen when I got pregnant the summer before my junior year in high school. My boyfriend and I were very much in love. As much as I wanted that baby, he was convinced that it was not time for a child. With the help of his brother, after many hours of talking it over, we decided to terminate the pregnancy.
He took me to my appointment. I cried the entire time. Shortly after that we broke up. Things were just not the same for us. The guilt we both carried was way too much for us to bear. This is something that has haunted us both all of our lives. It will never go away; and I know because our baby should have been nineteen years old this month.
To this day I still have dreams of a faceless child and wake up in the middle of the night crying. I encourage anyone who is thinking about abortion to go talk to your parents, aunts, or uncles. Get support. Having a child to look at each day for the rest of your life will bring you so much more joy than the pain and guilt you will carry from aborting your baby. Life happens for a reason, and God never gives you anything you can’t handle.