The Terrible Title of Late Term Abortion Capital {aka: When I Saw Emily and 2 Women Like Her}

by GfG on January 7, 2015 · 7 comments

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It all started with a Facebook status my one time hair dresser posted.  It hit me right in the heart.  And tugged at my spirit. I could not let it go.

Emily

I threw on clothes, explained to the kids I had to go on errand, and jumped in the car.  My head was whirling.

Thirty weeks.  She is thirty weeks pregnant and is traveling across the globe to kill the child within her.

Twenty years old.  She is only twenty years old and I was the same age when I traveled across a state to kill the child within me.

Abortion at thirty weeks.  Thirty weeks.

My mind flickered to the six times I have been honored to carry a to thirty weeks.  The movement.  The wiggles.  The way my skin would move across my belly as the baby did acrobats.

And it made me smile, remembering that amazingness.

My mind flashed to the one time that I puked and puked and puked and was overwhelmed with the shocking truth that I was pregnant out of wedlock.  The nausea.  The fear.  The way my life seemed to stand still while everyone else moved forward.

And it didn’t make me smile, remembering that aloneness.

I stopped at Walgreens to buy two poster boards and two really big Sharpies.  I was shaking as I kneeled on the ground to start writing.  What to say?

How could I fit:

Please, please don’t do this!  I know you must be scared and feeling desperate, but there is help.  You don’t have to choose abortion. You can choose life even if that seems impossible.

They are going to lie to you in there.  That life you feel moving inside you, it wants to live.  And you can still have your own life if you choose adoption.

Even though we are perfect strangers, I really do care and I want to help you.  If you kill this life, I promise you will regret it.  If you allow this child to live, you have so many options.  Please, please don’t let others make decisions for you.  Let’s talk.

Your chances for breast cancer will increase.  Your risk of suicide will increase.  A part of your heart and possibly your mind will decrease.

You will still have to deliver this child.  You don’t get to get out of that now.  But it will be dead.  Dead within you.  Whatever your father is telling you about why this is the right choice, he’s wrong.

While $12,000 is the fee for the abortion, you can make an adoption plan right now and place your baby in a loving family for free.  Completely free.  And there are people here who will help. Right now.

I will adopt your baby.  Let him or her live and I will love him or her forever.  I promise.

Please, don’t go in that door where the lies and the people who don’t love you are and will not let us in.  Please.

I couldn’t, of course.  I stared at the blank white space as people walked around me.  I’m sure I looked a bit wacky.

Tears filled my eyes.

Finally, I wrote

Please let us ADOPT your baby instead of aborting!

20 yo?  From the UK?  Please stop… I have been you!  Come talk to me!

I followed my GPS to the abortion clinic.  The late term abortion clinic.  The late term abortion clinic which people travel from all across the country.  And world.

Because in this office, they will kill whatever is in in the womb, as long as it hasn’t been born yet.

Clinic

Women’s Options.  Oh my golly.  What a big fat lie.

I joined the silent protesters.  I had no idea what to expect.  This was my first time to see the doors of an abortion clinic since I had mine in 1990.  I was incredibly nervous. To say the least.

Over twenty people held signs of various appeals.  There were women, children, and men.  They were praying.  They were staring.  They were waiting.

After about an hour the van pulled up and I heard whispers, “There she is.”  Emily had an audience.  Her father hopped out first.  She had her arms over her head and face the entire time.  As soon as her father opened her door, I said as loudly as I could, “Please.  I’ve had an abortion.  Please come talk to me!”

The escorts and her father rushed her into the door.

She didn’t come out before I left, two hours later.

I wept off and on for those entire two hours.

As I stood there, hoping and praying, all I could think about was what was happening inside.  A late term abortion requires days.

The first step is to kill the baby.  Then the mother’s cervix is slowly dilated.  The woman stays at a hotel and travels back and forth to the clinic for treatment.  Rumor has it that most of the time, the mother delivers the dead baby in the hotel room toilet.

I learned that Tuesdays are typically the busiest days because the clinic is closed on Mondays and the goal is to be done with the process by the weekend, requiring starting on Tuesdays.  Tuesdays have the highest chance of a baby still being alive when you see a women enter the clinic.

Here is how Southwest Women’s Options lays out the plan for a third trimester abortion.  They say you can call for pricing.

The horror I went through laying on a cold table to have an abortion at only nine weeks was more than enough for my mind.  To think of what this young woman was about to start going through and what she was putting the unborn child through, I simply couldn’t and still can’t fathom it.

During my afternoon outside of this clinic, two other young women arrived with their support people.  One looked like she was with her mother and one with a boyfriend.  They walked right in.  Didn’t look at us.  I don’t know what they heard, but I said the same thing every time.

The helplessness I felt as they parked and strode in was overwhelming.  I wanted to shout.  I wanted to weep.  I wanted to hug understanding into them.

But I couldn’t step past the sidewalk.  And I couldn’t make them understand.

The tears were a part of my prayers.   They fall as I type this.  The weight of the horror and the helplessness are so heavy.

Twenty-three people standing outside in the cold, silently praying and hoping, while a staff of people serve women who want what they want and know where to get it.  With a culture that tells them it’s a reproductive right and that it’s not a life.  With doctors who have sworn “to do no harm”.

It’s sheer madness.

Were there protesters the morning I walked into the clinic?  Were they praying for me?  Were they wanting to step over the sidewalk and hug understanding into me?

Does Emily know that we really do want what is best for her?  for her baby?  for both of their futures?

I stayed until the protesters who have done this many times started leaving, knowing that appointments past 2:00 don’t usually happen.  Knowing that if the women hadn’t come out at this point, then they had already started the first phase of the abortion.  Some come back to offer help in the healing just as they offered help in the decision making.   I’d really like to do that in the future.

I felt numb.  And really, really tired.

I sat for almost an hour after I left.  Alone.  Unsure how to process.  A kind of shell shocked.

Friends, abortion is not only a sin, but it’s horrible. Abortion at thirty weeks…. shameless and a kind of evil that I can’t even comprehend.

The fact that our nation and my state of residence offers abortion services until delivery is a kind of heinous atrocity.

More than $12,000 spent for the abortion, travel, and such just weeks before the child could be adopted at no expense to Emily.

Unbelievable.

And there are so few people protesting, standing for life, praying for the women and men who enter.  And those who work there four days a week.

Will you please join me in praying for the services this clinic offers to no longer be wanted?  to be no longer be available?  for all of the Emilys?

To be home study ready and waiting for a baby as I watch one enter a death clinic so close to being born, my heart and mind nearly broke.

Late Term Abortion Capital and Emily Pro Life

It was a hard hard day.

But I’m going back because now I’ve met the ones who hope beyond hope outside the late term abortion capital.  And I don’t want them to be alone.

And I want every Emily to know there were people who cared standing there.

I won’t be able to think of Tuesdays in Albuquerque the same ever again.

Did you know late term abortion costs $12,000 and a trip to New Mexico?

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theReader January 7, 2015 at 1:08 pm

I had no idea. I was living blissfully unaware, assuming that what had been struck down in Texas was also illegal throughout the country. I cannot imagine, and just the thought makes me weep. I have held babies, alive, kicking, full of personality, at that 31 week mark. I have known babies born even earlier, still alive today. I cannot fathom, at all, how a mom decides at week one, week ten, even week twenty that she will not abort……and then, at week thirty……I cannot fathom.

I think of whatever diagnosis she has possibly received about her baby, to change her mind, and my mind recoils in horror thinking surely that cannot be it. I try to imagine, what would it have taken for me, at thirty weeks pregnant, to decide I didn’t want to do this after all. I cannot.

I cannot join you in ABQ to stand in support, but I can pray. Every Tuesday, I sit in a waiting room, alone, while my son has speech therapy. The son born at 31 weeks. I can pray while I wait, and will. Every Tuesday. For all the Emilys and their babies.

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GfG January 7, 2015 at 1:33 pm

Tears of gratitude and unity.

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Brooke January 7, 2015 at 3:25 pm

Why in the world would you spend $12K to kill a baby that thousands of people would happily raise if given a chance. A baby that could easily live if born today. Horrifying.

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GfG January 7, 2015 at 3:30 pm

Selfishness knows no bounds.

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Sheryl McIntyre January 11, 2016 at 8:27 am

Abortion at 30 weeks is illegal in the US, unless to save the life of the mother, or for severe fetal abnormalities. So, this is most likely a very wanted pregnancy and we should not wish her to give birth, just so she can die. Nobody is going to adopt a baby that will die within minutes or weeks, or have zero quality of life. This has to be a heart wrenching decision for her, and we should all be thankful we are not walking in her shoes, rather than judging her when we clearly don’t know what the reasons are. All we know is that either she will die or the child will be born and suffer horribly. I would not want to have to choose either of those, and if I had to spend 12k to prevent a child from suffering or to save my own life, I would do the same.

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GfG January 11, 2016 at 10:25 am

Your logic is flawed and so are you details. “Sever fetal abnormalities” can mean different things to different doctors and if someone wants an abortion for any reason at any time, they can come to NM. And pay for it.

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Nicola January 9, 2015 at 9:34 am

When I first read about this on facebook last week I thought that Emily was fortunate that there will be people there to guide her, to stop her going through with this, to stop her making the same mistake I made many years ago, (also at the age of 20 and from the UK). It was heartbreaking to read she had gone ahead with it. It has been hard enough to live with at 13 weeks, I cannot imagine going through it at 30 weeks.

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