By Sarah Terzo
Patricia A. Bigliardi tells her abortion story. She writes about what happened when she told her husband she was pregnant. Before she told him, she was happy about the pregnancy. When she told her husband, he said:
“Are you serious? You’re kidding, right?” His voice strained the words out as my eyes darted to the expansive windows. “This is probably the worst time for us to have to deal with a new baby.” The irritation in his voice was unmistakable. “I can’t believe it. How could this have happened?”
Suddenly the smile I’d had all morning vanished.
Kelly lowered his voice but there was no warmth in it. “Pat, I don’t want another baby.” The finality of his words lay between us like a gravestone. “Listen, I’ll support your decision either way, but I want you to know I don’t want this baby.”…
The drive home from the doctor’s office earlier that morning had been filled with such expectation. Weaving through the soft undulating foothills that escort Highway 280 from Los Altos to San Jose, I had allowed my happiness to bubble to the surface. A baby. How I longed to have another child: to feel the warmth of its body as I held it close, to watch its small mouth sucking at my breast, to smell the sweetness of mother’s milk on its breath. I wanted to shout to the world, “I’m pregnant!” Emotions ran together: elation, joy, jubilation, wonder. A new life had begun to form in me.”
She had the abortion, and later regretted it deeply.
Patricia A Bigliardi,” Beyond the Hidden Pain of Abortion” (Lynnwood, Washington: Women’s Aglow Fellowship International, 1997) pp. 11, 12.
Editor’s note. This appeared at Clinic Quotes and is reposted with permission.