My story

I had an abortion soon after my 17th birthday, I have to say it was the longest and hardest day of my life. First I went to a clinic nearby, as I was pulling into the parking lot there were protesters standing outside yelling things to me, I just held up my head and went inside...I started feeling tense and scared...my heart was pounding. I went to the desk and filled out papers and drank water until they called me back. There was another young girl in the room who was crying on her boyfriends shoulder. Many other women came in also. Then I heard my name called. They took me back to a room where they checked my blood pressure and blood type and asked me questions. Following that I went and had an ultrasound done thinking I was only 12 weeks, then the nurse said "I'm sorry, the hospital was wrong you are 15 weeks pregnant." My heart dropped, my baby was so big, I choked and just said "Okay", then I waited in the counseling room where another nurse came in and said they couldn't do the procedure there and that I would have to go further down state to another doctor. Where she asked me what I wanted to do because it would cost more money, I then went out and decided what I should do, I couldn't possibly afford a baby and I had been through a lot in the past two years...I just wouldn't have been able to. I agreed to do it. I went back in and they gave me directions and all my information including the ultrasounds which I did not have the heart to look at. Next thing I knew I was on the road for a 2 hour trip to do it. The whole ride I thought about the protesters outside and adoption must have ran through my mind the entire time. All of a sudden we were sitting outside of the states top abortion clinic. I went inside and I waited for 4 hours for the doctor to get there along with about 15 other girls. The first girl went in, then I. I got into my gown and sat on the bed, they then had me lay back and put my feet in the stirrups. I remember taking a deep breath and saying "Here it goes" they gave me a sedative shot in my arm and next thing I knew it was happening. The sedative didn't work and I felt every bit of pain. The hardest part was knowing that it was 15 weeks and it was mine. I remember the nurse trying to calm me down saying that I was going to scare the other patients. Then it was over and all of a sudden I felt relieved it was done. There I stumbled to the recovery room where there was already another women. We talked for a moment and she asked if I was okay I said I guess so where another girl came in crying and I pulled myself together because I didn't want to upset her more. Then I was being let go...I stumbled out the door and up the stairs where my friend met up with me. I couldn't feel anything...finally the sedative somewhat kicked in. I was fine the whole ride home and up to the next day. Where I started feeling horrible and I couldn't sleep at all. It has been a hard struggle for me and it hasn't been long since. But I also know it was the right thing for me to do.

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