April 23, 2002
My name is Tabitha, I live in York, Pa. in the United States of America. I had an abortion 9 years ago that about ended my life.
I remember the day like yesterday. I went to the Planned Parenthood that day, alone. I was greeted by many pro-life men and women that even today I feel that I should of listened to.
I wasn't sure how far along I was in the pregnancy, and I never thought twice about the doctors not doing so much as a pregnancy test.
I was scared and unsure of my decision, but they made me feel as if it was the easiest thing in the world to do, so I just wanted to get it over with.
The waiting room was filled. When they called my name, I was led into a changing room to remove all of my clothing. I put the gown on, and was led into a room that was filled with all sorts of things I had never seen before. I was told to lie down on the table legs raised, and told that it wouldn't take long.
It started out in a manner that seemed as if I could handle it. Soon the overwhewlming pain was almost unbeareable. Clutching the sheets I felt the tears swell in my eyes. What was I doing? It had finally hit me: I took it upon myself to end my own child's life. I already had three children that I loved with all my heart. How could I do this?
The pain was shooting through me by now, and I felt as if I was about to pass out, there was blood everywhere on the floor, and what looked like pieces of flesh.
I closed my eyes and prayed to God to forgive me.
It took a while for the nurses to clean up all the blood and the mess. I lay there for a while, and then was told to go with the nurse to the recovery room, for approximately one hour, to make sure I was OK.
I did not even make it to the recovery room before blood started oozing down my leg. I went into the bathroom and before I could sit down. It seemed as if all the blood in my body had gushed out of me.
In the recovery room, I became very dizzy and disoriented. I could not stand without blacking out.
The nurses took me back to the room I was in before, and started giving me fluids. I lay there in and out of unconsciousness for about 2 hours before they called an ambulance. At the time of arrival to the hospital my blood pressure was 50 palp.
I remember the feeling of my whole body shaking uncontrollably. It would not stop.
By the time I was done, I lost the ability to have children ever again, due to an emergency hysterectomy, and had 3 blood transfusions. We all have in our bodies what is equal to a half gallon of blood. I lost over half of the blood in my body due to the doctor letting me lie in that place for about 2 hours and 45 minutes after the procedure was done. He never did so much as a pregnacy test. I was to far along for the size of the canula he used.
My life as it was ended that day. I made a mistake that cost me the ability to have children ever again.
Depression still haunts me, crying when I am around a baby, the hurt never goes away.
I would have had a daughter, but I made an uneducated decision that nearly cost me my life.
I found out that the doctor that did the abortion just moved on to somewhere in Philly to continue his million dollar career. You see that's all we do is make these doctors rich, and as far as I see it now, these doctors aren't doctors at all. doctors save lives, these doctors end lives. They tell you what you want to hear to take your money, and Planned Parenthood doesn't provide family planning they provide murder.
