My name’s Valerie. It was 25 years ago I first made the wrong choice. …And then I didn’t get a choice. And that is why I am speaking out so that others who are thinking about abortion will not make the same mistake.

Going to the abortion clinic, I allowed myself to be put into a position of my choice being taken away. After the IV was in place, I began to cry. I changed my mind about having the abortion. The nurse ran out, the doctor came in, in a consoling manner and said, it will all be over soon. And he injected something into the IV tube.

When I woke from the suction D and C, I was sobbing. They tried to tell me it was the anesthesia, but I knew it was because I had murdered my baby, and what should have been the safest place in the world, my womb.

I ended up with a staph infection from that “safe and simple proceedure”; that led me to hemorage, and in and out of the hosiptal. Then eleven months later they had to take my uteris because of the cronic pain and bleeding. I was only 24.

I found the forgiving grace of God. I still morn the loss of my baby. I look up to heaven and ask Jesus to hold my baby, and to kiss my baby.

I ask God to comfort me. The hardest thing has been to forgive myself. And still the healing goes on, and that is why I am silent no more.