When I was on the board of a crisis pregnancy center, we helped thousands of women not only with their pregnancies, but once they had their babies. We set them up with housing, free food, baby food, bottles, formula, diapers, car seats, cribs, etc. We helped them find jobs.
One woman in particular stand out in my mind, over ten years later. She was raped at 19 and got pregnant as a result. Young, naive, and scared, she believed Planned Parenthood's lie that they would "take care of the problem".
They told her she was pregnant not with a baby, but with a mass of cells that had invaded her like a parasite. They told her if she didn't have an abortion, she would hate her child because he would remind her of her attacker. They told her she had no choice.
They told her the procedure would be quick and painless. They told her she would be recovered in a day or so, and her life would go back to normal. She had no idea none of this was true because Planned Parenthood's despicable lies have invaded every corner of society.
She had her abortion, which she described as "feeling like another rape". It was exceedingly painful and invasive, she said. She cried and screamed through the whole thing. She was hushed by a nurse. The doctor didn't speak to her at all.
Afterwards, she spent an hour in recovery and was sent home. Over the course of that night, she felt "off". Sick, exhausted, feverish, and in an abnormal amount of pain. She went to sleep, thinking she'd feel better in the morning.
She did not. She was disoriented, vomiting, dizzy, and had a very high fever. A roommate took her to the emergency room and thank God, because the abortion doctor hadn't completed his grisly work.
He'd left a part of her 12 week baby behind, which caused a hideous infection. Had she not gone to a hospital for real medical care, it is likely she would have died.
She recovered physically, but by the time she found us, eight years after her rape and subsequent abortion, she had not recovered emotionally. She suffered from severe depression, suicidal thoughts, and deep regret.
She had nightmares, particularly on "anniversaries", like the date of the abortion and the would be due date of her baby. Not a day passed, she said, where she didn't wonder who that baby would have been. She believed she was beyond even God's forgiveness.
But she was not, and we told her so. She came to us not for help, but to help. She wanted other vulnerable women to know her story. She wanted to knit tiny baby booties for all the women who came to us in crisis. She wanted them to know there is another way.
She wanted, in whatever way she could, to counter the vicious lies she was told by the abortion salesmen at Planned Parenthood. Slowly, with the help of Jesus, therapy, medication, and serving others, her depression lifted. But she never stopped thinking about her baby.
She never stopped wondering who he or she would have been. Eventually she named him Jesse, a unisex name that means "With God". I think of her every so often and wonder how many tens or hundreds of thousands of women have similar stories of falling victim to Planned Parenthood.
Meanwhile, Planned Parenthood wonders how much money they can make from taking advantage of vulnerable women by killing their babies and then selling their parts. To see them once again celebrated in the media causes me a soul deep anguish I cannot properly describe.
