A 16 year old who had an abortion she regreted
The thing was I KNEW I was pregnant I just knew.Then the final time I was going to go to the doctor for a test I did one the night before and that came back negative, I wasn’t going to go in the morning but I went and that was when my life was going to change, the line came back faint but the test was positive, the doctor kind of laughed, I’ve never felt so alone, as the positive line was faint I had to go back the following Wednesday and the test was positive. Little did I know at this point that I was already six weeks pregnant. The doctor signed a form and referred me on to the people that could solve my problem. I sat in the waiting room in the clinic never having been so scared in all my life I was called through to a room where there was a scanning machine I had no idea they were going to do a scan, that was where it hit home.
I could see my baby there in front of me in black and whiteI asked for a picture and they gave me one after I made up a story about needing it, they asked me to come back the following week for another scan and that would be when all the paper work would be completed. In the mean time all I could think about was the baby inside me growing all I did was look on the internet about the size. Looking at people's stories on abortions made me unable to decide what to do, I spent most of my days smoking weed and trying to forget what was happening, I was destroying myself I couldn’t cope with knowing I was pregnant. When I went back for the next scan a week later I asked for the picture again. I was also given a date the 22nd March, I would be ten weeks pregnant and would have to have an operation. I spent the next three weeks debating what to do, the dad was telling me it was the right thing to do it wasn’t fair on any of us cause of the situation, how could I provide for the baby, my mum had kicked me out, I had no job, my life was falling apart and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I would stare longing at the scan pictures; I would even write letters to my baby. I would talk to it, silly really but I couldn’t decide what to do. The day came half seven I was awake, before I knew it I was at the hospital and my name was called realisation just wasn’t hitting I was sat in my little room waiting I was told to take some antibiotics, it wasn’t long before I was asked to put a tablet in my cervix I was sat looking at the tablet and that was the first time I realised I was going to do this, I did it.
I put the tablet in myself there was no turning back.The nurse put a drip in my hand and I was asked to put a hospital nightie on and paper pants I was then walked to theatre. I remember the room being bare, I was so scared I laid on the bed and the nurse held my hand, I was being put under but I was shouting my heads going numb, the next thing I knew I woke up screaming.
There was no one in recovery but some one came when they heard me screaming, they wheeled me past all the other girls they all looked so scared.
I was hysterical I’d ripped my drips and canulas out and once I was dressed I was demanding they let me go which they wouldn’t until I’d eaten something they handed me a sandwich. I was still screaming, so they gave me a biscuit instead.
I left then the rest of that day was a blur, I slept for most of it. For the following week I was in the worst pain imaginable.