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Hopeangel7
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Four weeks ago I had an abortion, I was in a very abusive relationship, I had a screw driver held to my face, was receiving upwards of 500 phone calls a night, threatening texts everyday, hundreds of them with profanities I can’t even repeat… “Kill yourself and that baby, *****.” I thought that abortion would rescue me from the relationship… In my fear and selfishness, I went to the abortion clinic and began the start of a two day abortion procedure. The first day laminaria is was inserted into me to dilate my cervix, I was to go home for the night after the laminaria was inserted… As soon as I got home, I instantly felt this immense remorse… I was hurting someone who never did anything but love me, I was taking out my problems with a man on an innocent baby. I instantly began looking up abortion reversal on the Internet, I knew that the start of the procedure had begun, but it was not over yet. I kept telling myself, “Do not be scared of the Angels of Death until they are upon you.” Finally I found a website for a catholic hospital that performs abortion reversals, they remove the laminaria and hope that the cervix will close in order to carry the baby to term…I read of a woman who had the laminaria removed and delivered a healthy baby girl, I knew that because of the laminaria insertion, I was at risk for a pre term delivery or miscarriage, but some hope at life was better than none. This hospital was in Chicago, twelve hours away from me… I began researching more on the Internet and found that this was the only hospital that would perform this removal procedure… I found that the laminaria must be removed within 24 hours and that the ER and any other hospital that does not perform abortions would not be comfortable removing laminaria. So I went back to the clinic that started my procedure and asked if they could remove the laminaria, I had so much hope. The nurse looked at me and said, “oh, honey, it’s too late for that. Dr. Nauser already cut the umbilical cord. It’s already dead.” I was crushed, my hopes were in vain. They proceeded with the second part of my procedure and my baby was taken out of my womb. I woke up feeling empty, like a piece of me was missing. I know that my baby had a purpose, because if she didn’t, she wouldn’t have been here. I know that she had a soul, because if she didn’t, my soul wouldn’t feel like a piece of it was missing. Now I am left to wonder where my precious baby girl is? Is her soul save in the arms of Mary in heaven, being rocked and soothed along with the other angel babies who lost their lives to soon? Is she trapped in the walls of the horrific place that is the abortion clinic? Is she a little ghost suffering in purgatory? Was she baptised in blood? Will her soul be at rest, is she safe from any pain I may have caused her? Will she ever forgive me? Is she sad that mommy didn’t want her? Please pray for my baby, I named her Beatrice Hope… I don’t want her to think that the world doesn’t mourn her loss, she would have been a gift to the world. I had no right to take her life, I would do anything to get her back.
God Bless you and Beatrice. I am praying for you.