An "Abortion" saved my daughter's life. Will the life you save be your own?

I had been out of work for almost 2 months so I decided I would do some agency work to make some fast money. The agency called and asked if I would work 2 days in an abortion clinic. At first I said no way, then the recruiter assured me I would not have to participate in the procedure at all, just recover the women after the procedure, give each woman a shot in the arm and send them home. So I agreed to the assignment.

The next morning I arrived at the address. A small free standing clinic, I am sure I had passed a million times before, but never really noticed. The first indication that this was probably a bad idea (for me, not judging anyone) was the site of picketers blocking the driveway and the security guard in the parking lot shoving the picketers out of the way to allow my car to pass. After I parked the guard came to my car, asked for identification and escorted me into the "LOCKED" building (bad idea clue #2).

The clinic supervisor was very cold and short in her introductions. I was introduced to an elderly woman who was identified as a registered nurse that worked for the clinic on an as needed basis and told that she would orient me to the clinic before procedures start and she would not be there the following day so pay attention (bad idea clue #3).

The first day was a piece of cake. The women were brought into the recovery area after the procedure. I would give them the necessary injections and direct them to the bathroom, allow them to check for excessive bleeding, then I would direct them to one of the many recliners in the room where they would recover. Easy money.......

Day #2 started off in much the same manner, and I was thinking this isn't too bad. I didn't do anything immoral or wrong. I mean someone has to make sure these women are OK before they are sent home, no harm done . Just when I thought I was home free the woman assisting the physician with the abortions came running into the recovery area, her gloved hands were covered in blood and there was terror in her face. She began to yell, "We need help in here, she won't stop bleeding, someone please help!" The clinic manager (not a nurse!! ) went running to the procedure room, but returned quickly to the recovery area and demanded that I come and assist the physician by starting an IV and administering fluids. Of course my first response to her was "you said I wouldn't have to go in there, I'm not going !" The assistant opened the door to the procedure room and I could here the woman screaming in agony and the physician yelling for help. The clinic manager had such fear in her eyes I decided I couldn't allow this woman to suffer if I could help in any way, so I went running to the procedure room.

As I entered the room, I froze . I could not move. There was blood pooled on the floor. The doctor's chest, arms, and legs were covered with blood. He had one hand in the ladies vagina up to his elbow. He yelled to me "her uterus will not contract, she won't stop bleeding, do you know how to start an IV?" I answered "yes sir I do!", he responded "then get it done before she passes out!" As I began to move across the room to gather supplies, I saw the most heart breaking, life changing thing I could have imagined. It was a glass jar containing the aborted fetus. It was all bloody, but you could tell it was a baby. Tears began to roll down my face, my hands began to shake, I felt nauseous. At that moment the woman screamed "please don't let me die !" Somehow her screams caused me to focus. I immediately collected my supplies and started an IV and began the administration of fluids. By this time the woman's blood pressure was very low and she was getting week. The doctor appeared to have controlled the blood loss and EMT's had arrived. The doctor gave report to the EMT's and released her to their care. He vanished from the clinic as quickly as he had arrived that morning.

As they wheeled this woman out of the clinic, she was bombarded by the picketers. EMT's tried to maintain her privacy but it was next to impossible. The driver asked for her next of kin. There was no with her, the father of the aborted child had simply dropped her off and said to call him when SHE was done.

As I left the procedure room, I took one last look at the aborted fetus (baby, infant, child, human life) floating in the glass jar and I promised God that no matter what the situation I would never deliver this fate to my own 'flesh' and 'blood'. The drive home was a long one. When my boyfriend asked how it went, my response was, "It went fine. I made almost $700.00 for about 14 hours of work." I never told him I had earned a lifetime of knowledge and an image that I would never ever forget.

Now lets fast forward about 2 weeks. I was sitting in orientation for a new job (permanent, full-time) when I decided to review my planner. As I did this I realized my period was late, about 12 days late (almost 2 weeks!). I had been walking everyday and watching my diet and had lost about 20 lbs. I mean I had just purchased myself a new motorcycle and had been riding almost daily, I was so into me and having fun I had not missed my period. I did not tell anyone I went home and took a pregnancy test I had in the medicine cabinet. As soon as the urine hit the wand it read positive. I decided this test was old and couldn't possibly be correct. When my boyfriend came home I asked him to take me to the store to get pads because I was expecting my period he agreed and off to Wal-mart we went. I picked up pads and a new pregnancy test. Needless to say I didn't use those pads for some time. The test was positive.......

I was a 31 year old registered nurse with 7 years nursing experience under my belt and a boyfriend that I loved. I was at the top of my career, enjoying hanging out with my friends, riding my bike and the sky was the limit. I was not ready for a baby and the responsibility that came along with it. What should I do? That image from that last day in the clinic flooded my mind and I realized I was already pregnant that horrible day in that clinic. I was already pregnant when I made that promise to God.

Today I am so very grateful for that experience, I believe that it saved the life of my beautiful blessed special little girl.

You have a choice , please make the right one. One that you can live with.