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I got locked up when I was 14 and they gave me a pregnancy test which I didnt know they were giving me. I thought they were testing me for drugs. Anyways, a lady pulled me into a room and told me I was pregnant she told me to write a 1 page essay on what I was going to do. I told them I was going to keep my baby. I was supossed to get treated for depression when I was locked up but since I was pregnant they couldn't treat me. The doctor where I was locked up at told me I should have an abortion. I didn't know what to do, they took me to a clinic to see how far along I was but the place wouldn't take me cuz of insurance.
They had me in shackles (leg irons) despite the fact that I was pregnant. I ended up tripping up the steps, thank god the security guard caught me before I fell. They treated me like crap when I was locked up, they forced me to take pre-nantal pills before eating and I ended up throwing them up 2 seconds after I took them. They sent me home and my dad and mostly everyone around me were influencing me to have an abortion. So on May 20, 2003 I did they told me. I was 7 weeks along. They only let me get a glimpse of my ultra sound before the abortion I asked the lady if I could have it and she said they needed it (for what?). They took me into a room and some woman did the abortion. I'd never felt anything like it, it hurt so bad, I just gritted my teeth and clawed my arm and the doctor had the nerve to tell me I was doing a good job.
I don't call killing your child doing a good job, I call it murder. It's been a year 6 months and 2 days since then and I can barely remmeber anything from them. I only remember some sweet moments me and my baby had like me sleeping with my arm around my growing belly, and putting headphones on my belly letting my baby listen to Korn. I miss my baby with a passion and wish I could go back to that day to walk away from the clinic instead of in it. I still cry a lot and I have dreams of having beautiful babies or I have nightmares of dead children. I decided to name my baby Alexander Cole because I dreamed of the name Alexcole.
I dont know if I was having
a boy or not but the name just fit. I ask all those who are thinking of
having an abortion to really think about what they would be doing to themselves
and most importantly to their unborn babies. Abortion is murder no matter
what way you look at it
"From my mothers womb the Lord called me by name"
are some of the other areas of Moytura's web site.Mary
Mullins, Cregmore, Claregalway, County Galway, Ireland. Phone:
+353 91 798407