I have already shared my story of pro-choice to pro-life before, but here are the cliff notes.
I was pro-choice from late teens to late 20s. A few hours after my first living child was born, I held her crying. I was crying because I could no longer run, hiding in denial, from the fact that an abortion I had in my early 20s had killed my child.
I was terrified something would happen to my living daughter. That karma would get her. That I wouldn't be a safe mother.
I tried for the next eight years or so to justify what had occurred during that abortion. Then, I sought help for the pain I was feeling. As I unpacked what I had gone through in that chemical abortion and what my child went through, a wrecking ball destroyed the lies in my mind and the walls in my heart. I wept. I grieved. I lamented. I repented.
When I came out the other side of processing the trauma of abortion, I confronted the postpartum OCD I had been living with due to never ending fear of losing my children. I realized I could no longer remain silent in the face of the dehumanziation, degradation of female biology, and euphemisms of the abortion industry.
Women are not better off with abortion. We are scapegoated by abortion. We deserve so much better. Our children deserve so much better.
In light of the democrats bringing up the abortion debate again, I’d like to express to you how I became “Pro Life”
If you’re not an active pro abortionist & are passively pro choice, hopefully, this post is for you.
Growing up I was passively pro choice. I knew it was never going to be for me, but I believed the hype that it doesn’t affect me, so it’s not my fight.
My mind was drastically changed in 2020. I married in 2019, and we planned to have our first child together right away. The pregnancy was successful. Right in the middle of the “pandemic” my wife was carrying our daughter, Rylianne.
7 months in, my wife wasn’t feeling good. She felt pain all around her body when she was moving around. So she drove herself to the hospital & I met her there. They quickly brought her in, checked her blood pressure 250/150. That’s really high. The nurse pulled out the Ultra sound gear, and put it to her belly.
Silence…..is all we heard. For minutes that felt like an eternity, she searched for the heartbeat of our daughter to no avail. We sat there, holding hands, coming to grips with the fact that we had lost our daughter.
Days later she gave birth to our stillborn daughter, Rylianne. We held her, told her we loved her, and that we’ll see her in the next life. The wound in my heart created that day may never heal. To this day it still hurts, but I have learned to deal with the pain.
My point in telling you this is that I know my daughter was alive. She kicked, she listened, and for the short time she was here on this earth, she felt the love and warmth from my wife while residing in her womb.
I can now, never deny the humanity of those in the womb. The zinc spark at fertilization, is the first sign of life we can detect. I believe that’s when we are endowed by our creator with certain unalienable rights that we as a good and moral people, should absolutely recognize. They’re humans, and we should treat them as such, because not all of us can make it long enough to withstand the world outside the womb.
Since the 1960’s when abortions have become legal, over 3,000 babies are terminated daily. A genocide that we can’t see, that we can’t hear because the crying souls of the babies have no ability to speak for themselves. Somebody should. We should.
We were blessed to have had another chance to have a child, and I thank God everyday for that. In 2022 she birthed our son Raylan. Today, he’s a happy healthy boy
The only way to change this debate about pro choice or pro life, is to recognize when human rights begin, and it begins at the zinc spark during fertilization. That’s when we should recognize the right to life we all enjoy today.
God Bless You All & God Bless America