This mother is positively euphoric about how easy it was to abort, and wants others to embrace the procedure without fear or guilt. From "My Happy Abortion:"
In September, I began experiencing pregnancy symptoms. My period was late. I was bloated; my small frame has always started to look pregnant within weeks of conceiving, and this time was no different. Still, all the upheaval in my personal life made me hesitant to confirm the pregnancy. I put it off until October, when I realized how silly it was to continue being nauseous, tired and fat when I had absolutely no desire to have another child. Within an hour of testing, I had an appointment at a clinic that had been recommended to me by a friend: American Women's Services in Woodbridge, NJ.
She provides the gory details, even noting that the abortionist was "amiable" and "adept," which helped her day to continue without any emotional hurdles.
It couldn't have been more than five minutes before one of the assistants helped me to sit up so that I could get dressed. She walked me out into the recovery area, and I unsuccessfully attempted to repress the huge grin that had developed on my face. I felt euphoric [I warned you!]. I was so relieved to be done with all the medical business, even happier to know that I was no longer pregnant, and pleasantly surprised that I wasn't feeling any physical pain.
I felt momentarily guilty when one of the other patients in recovery asked me if I ever stopped smiling, but I quickly reminded myself that it was senseless guilt. After all, smiling is a natural reaction to happiness, and I was happy sitting there. When they released me to go home fifteen minutes later, I was gladder still.
She's also grateful for the experience, and only fearful that her daughter won't have the freedom to abort her grandchildren when the time comes.
There are two caveats: first of all, it's only been six months. She has a lifetime ahead to allow the truth to sink in. Secondly, children are often more prescient than adults. Her two "very wanted, well-loved babies" have each other, and God-willing, will have each other for many long decades to come. What do they do with the subtle truth that their other sibling was disposed of with such light-hearted joy? Will they have nightmares, stare at the places where his shadow should alight, or ache at the absence of his belly laugh? How can they ever explain to their mother that she took something from them, just after they had lost their father and their cozy family circle?
This isn't the last word, but I hope someone will be there to help them grieve and pick up the pieces.
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