Monday, October 11, 2010

I've know plenty of women who have had abortions. My mother had one, I think. My sister had one just this year, right at the beginning of my pregnancy. My best friend in high school had two.
I just didn't think I'd ever have one. Not this late in the game.
28 years old. Married. Pregnant with my second child.
She was delivered by my OB in the hospital. I held her and loved her. Her tiny urn sits in our living room. We named her Willow.
I was 21 weeks pregnant when she was born. I chose to be induced after my baby was diagnosed with spina bifida.
I had an abortion.
I'm not proud of it, but I'm not ashamed either.