The Greatest Crime

This says it all.  Just click the link and listen to Mother Teresa, now Saint Teresa, and etch her words in to your heart.

The Twitter link, below, is a snip from her speech.  Further below, you will find her full speech.

St. Teresa of Calcutta in Nobel Peace Prize acceptance speech: "The greatest destroyer of peace" today is abortion. pic.twitter.com/QRzfRZI5do

— Lila Rose (@LilaGraceRose) September 7, 2016

Here is a snippet from Mother Teresa's full speech.

During her acceptance speech of the 1979 Nobel Peace Prize Mother Teresa first popularized her signature condemnation of abortion.

“The greatest destroyer of peace today is the cry of the innocent unborn child,” she told the crowd of nobles, politicians, and celebrities. After a moment of deathly silence Mother Teresa continued. 

“For if a mother can murder her own child, in her own womb, what is left for you and for me? To kill each other.” 

“Today millions of unborn children are being killed, but we say nothing.”

Then she raised her voice with alarm.

“To me the nations that have legalized abortion, they are the poorest nations. They are afraid of the little one! They are afraid of the unborn child! And the child must die. Because they don’t want to feed one more child! Because they don’t want to educate one more child! The child must die.”

She concluded her remarks about abortion with a plea.

“Let us make a strong resolution. We are going to save every little child. Every unborn child. Give them a chance to be born.” 

source: http://www.lifenews.com/2016/09/01/mother-teresa-to-be-canonized-on-september-4-abortion-is-the-greatest-threat-to-peace/ 

Here is the Mother Teresa's full acceptance speech.

The Hypocrisy of Parenting

There are some parents that teach their children the value of life.  Well, the value of some lives.

A child grows up learning to care for baby animals.  They learn how to raise them.  They learn compassion for living things.  They learn to respect nature's life. They learn if an animal is pregnant the offspring should be cared for and looked after.

This same child also learns a second lesson from the same parent.  What's that, you ask?  It's the lesson that baby animals should be saved but the child's own child must be killed.  Why such hypocrisy? Convenience.  Yep, how's that for a reason.

The parent that  taught the child to value animals lives and their babies, is now teaching a lesson that human babies should be murdered if the 'timing' isn't right and it will be inconvenience.  Remind you that the inconvenience is perceived by the parent and not the child with the child.

Strange lessons that some parents believe are righteous and correct.

Teaching anyone to accept murder is a crime.  It's wrong and these accessories to murder and the planners of murder should be jailed for all eternity.

No forgiveness, not from me.  EVER!

“Because if a single life does not matter…. then what does?”

. . . this powerful pro-life video was created by Mandeville High School student Isabella Del Rio! 

The creator of this brief but very poignant You Tube video describes herself as a “self-taught artist.” What an understatement! 

It’s amazing how much she packs into 1:31. A explanation that 50 million unborn babies are lost worldwide; (at least) 93% of all abortions are for social reasons; we lose almost 3,000 babies a day in the United States alone; and that many people have forgotten the foundational truth captured in Dr. Seuss’s “Horton Hears a Who”: 

“A person’s a person, no matter how small.”

source: http://www.lifenews.com/2016/08/18/amazing-pro-life-video-reminds-us-a-persons-a-person-no-matter-how-small/ 

Here is the video that is contained in the above article.  It's lovely and very sad.  How can people believe so strongly, in murder?  How can people murder someone who has never been given a chance?  How can people be so selfish?  

Human Rights for ALL

While the left wing wonks are demanding rights for everyone.  They forgot one thing.  They forgot the baby humans that they choose to murder. There are not enough words, in the English language, to describe the disdain and loathing I hold for those who believe murder is a choice and a good thing.  But, they scream for equal rights.  Wake up you jerks!  You can't have equal rights for everyone when you are killing off the most innocent of all human beings.

Things Told = More Heart Scars

On a pretty regular basis I have old memories pop in to my head.  Usually conversations will come back to mind.  They are never pleasant and always make fresh cuts into my heart.

This was a conversation about my brother and his first wife.  Maybe his first wife was a mistake.  I don't know.  I never knew her because I ran from home as soon as I knew I could not be brought back by the police.  I had to get away from the murderer.

Anyway,  many years later mother was telling me HER version of the marriage.  I'll skip all the nasty, judgmental stuff and get to the real hurt.  My brother's wife had an ectopic pregnancy.  According to mother, she was thrilled because, as she said, that made sure there were no kids involved.  Seems like an typical non-thinking statement.  But, it cut me to the core.  Why?

It was the statement itself.  She was happy no kids were involved so she believed that if it were a normal pregnancy she would have allowed the child to see life.  Even though she hated this woman and wanted my brother out of the marriage, she, with her own words, told me that her pregnancy would not have been terminated.

Sadly, I'm not surprised.  You see.  this woman was NOT part of our family and was never accepted.  So, what she did was not a reflection on mother and her family.  You see, what the family did was a reflection on her and that's all she cared about.  That's why my child was murdered.  It would have looked bad for the family.  My brother's first wife, was not family and would have been blessed with a child if that were to be.

My mother is so motivated by image it's sickening.  Commiting murder to maintain image is sick, disgusting and beyond forgivable.

Abortion = MURDER in the First Degree!

First Degree and premeditated murder.  This is what abortion is and all involved should be JAILED as long as the law allows for murderers.  Forever would be a good start.

Don't agree?  Well, let's look at the definition provided by 'findlaw.'

. . .killing that is both willful and premeditated, meaning that it was committed after planning or "lying in wait" for the victim.

So, isn't it obvious that abortion is murder?  If you still think it's not, you need some serious help.

Where's the Dignity and Respect for Life?

How can anyone believe that this is OK to do, to a human being?

"Then she explained how the baby parts were disposed of:"

“People would ask me, how did we dispose of the babies – the body parts, the tissue? And so I would usually [goes to the sink] rinse everything under the water and end up with just parts. And then there would be a big container under here [gestures to a container in the cabinet under the sink] that had a medical waste bag, and all the tissue would go into this container with the medical waste bag. Nothing but liquid went down the sink.”

"The babies were further dehumanized by being treated as medical waste."

"After the broken body of the child was discarded in the biohazard container, the abortion procedure was over."

Source Article:Watch This Former Abortionist Describe What Happens to Babies After Abortions

What Should Be A Mother's Day

I wish I could sort out my feelings and put them down on paper.  But, I just can't.  My mind and heart is a jumble of hurt, betrayal and deep sadness.

Mother's Day cuts me like a knife.  The hatred I have for my own mother and sense of complete loss for my own motherhood.  It's so hard to deal with this day, I just can't begin to explain it.

My own mother stole my chances at motherhood.  Why?  Because it was convenient for her and her image.  No thought for my child, or myself. My future was forever altered by someone who was allowed to become a mother.  She is a selfish person that I am obligated to wish a happy Mother's Day.

My heart breaks every day and ten times more on Mother's Day.

Untold by Matthew West

". . .But we actually built an entire website around the song called iamuntold.org. On that website, you can watch the (“Untold”) video, you can read people’s stories. It’s really cool. And that’s kind of where my ministry is heading. It’s not just about putting a song out into the world, we want to release a song that is accompanied by an army of inspirational and devotional resources so that it’s real-life application. . ."

Read more: http://newsok.com/article/5493745

Riddle Me this?

Hey Pro Murderers, Answer this.  I'd love to hear your twisted reasoning on this one.

Murder is murder is murder.

Pro Choice and Suicide

Yes, Pro Choice forces women to devalue a human life.  Doing so, devalues everything that being a mother is all about.

Read this article about the sad truth and why Jade took her own life.  Below is just snip from the article.

----Snip

Sadly, Jade’s case is hardly an anomaly. According to “the largest and most definitive analysis of the mental health risks associated with abortion” published in the British Journal of Psychology “women who had undergone an abortion experienced an 81% increased risk of mental health problems.”

It continued:

“When compared with women without an abortion history, women with a prior abortion experienced a 61 percent increased risk of mood disorders. Abortion was further linked with a 61 percent increased risk of social phobia, and increased the risk of suicide ideation by 59 percent. In the realm of substance misuse, the abortion-related increased risks for alcohol misuse, alcohol dependence, drug misuse, drug dependence and any substance use disorder were 261 percent, 142 percent, 313 percent, 287 percent and 280 percent respectively.”

In other words, yours chances of post-abortion struggles is immense. Why, if abortion is so wonderful and right and productive?

Because deep down we know it’s not.

--End Snip

Abortion must be abolished and women need to be supported and celebrated as they travel down the road to motherhood. Forcing them to murder their children is the most horrifying and evil thing any human being can do to another human being.

When Does the Fetus Receive Its Soul?

Source Article: When Does the Fetus Receive Its Soul? | JewFacts

"According to the Kabbalah, a fetus receives its soul within the first three days after conception. This spiritual force illuminates it and engenders its growth. Without this, the ovum would simply decay. Terminating pregnancy even at an early stage is thus considered snuffing out the soul of a human being. See Rabbi Isaac Luria, Otzrot Chayim, Sha’ar A’nach , chap. 3."

This is a compelling article and just reinforces that notion that life begins at conception and abortion is a pure murder!

Newborn Persons by Joel Peterson

Look at the these gloriously, beautiful newborn persons.  How can anyone think it's right and OK to murder these innocents. The pro murder crowd cannot be in possession of a working heart.  I can't believe that anyone, with a shred of humanity, would condone the murder of such innocents.

I stumbled across this photographer's page and had my breath taken away by the beauty and soulfulness of his photos.  The newborns are so beautiful, I can't begin to find the words to describe.

This is just one photo.  Please go here to see the complete collection of his works.  You heart will fill with love, for these precious newborns.

Joel Peterson Photography

No Tolerance for Murderers -- EVER!

http://www.abort73.com/

Mother Turns 80

Last night, my brother called me.  First off, let me be clear.  I have two brothers.  I am the oldest.  The middle child is the brother that called.  He's  the best one in the family.  The baby brother is mother's 'fair haired prince' and, according to him, I am a horrible person.  But, that's another story. As far as I'm concerned, he and his 'golden' family can just stay arms distance away from me.

Anyway, Mike called to let me know that the baby brother wanted to have a big birthday bash for my mother.  She turns 80, this year.  He wants us to all get together and celebrate her life.  That would include all of her kids and her 'chosen' grand kids.

OMG, why would I want to celebrate the life of a child killer?  If I did go, I would be forced to be pleasant and I would be pushed to engage with her 'golden grand kids.'  If I did not, I would be told to 'stop being ridiculous' and other such choice things.

I cannot allow my heart to be scarred even more than what it is. I will not celebrate the life of a woman who does not value life, at all.  To kill an innocent because of self-perceived 'family shame' and other such nonsense is beyond my comprehension.  She chose to ruin my life, forever, and kill an innocent child, rather than let people know I had a child . . . a son.

I will never forgive her and do not want anyone telling me to do so. I've heard it all. "She's your mother, you have to forgive her."  No I don't.

I pray my brothers do not ask me again, about this 'party'.  It just brings everything back to the forefront and I struggle enough without having to deal with this.

Read more at Abort73.com

Whatsoever You Do

. . .But I feel that the greatest destroyer of peace today is abortion, because it is a war against the child, a direct killing of the innocent child, murder by the mother herself. 

And if we accept that a mother can kill even her own child, how can we tell other people not to kill one another? How do we persuade a woman not to have an abortion? As always, we must persuade her with love and we remind ourselves that love means to be willing to give until it hurts. Jesus gave even His life to love us. So, the mother who is thinking of abortion, should be helped to love, that is, to give until it hurts her plans, or her free time, to respect the life of her child. The father of that child, whoever he is, must also give until it hurts. 

By abortion, the mother does not learn to love, but kills even her own child to solve her problems. 

And, by abortion, the father is told that he does not have to take any responsibility at all for the child he has brought into the world. That father is likely to put other women into the same trouble. So abortion just leads to more abortion. 

Any country that accepts abortion is not teaching its people to love, but to use any violence to get what they want. This is why the greatest destroyer of love and peace is abortion. . .

Speech of Mother Teresa of Calcutta to the National Prayer Breakfast, Washington, DC, February 3, 1994

From the Tiniest Acorn, Comes the Mighty Oak

This is a story of a mother's love for her baby. It sums up her son's first year. He was born 3 1/2 months early, and the obstacles he had to overcome were really big.

After watching this, please tell me how Planned Parenthood and other supporters of murder can even fathom the idea that killing an innocent is OK.  To all that do think it's OK;  You are lesser than the lowest of animals.

Ward Miles - First Year

Ward Miles - Update

Links from the video --   I Heart Garments and Graham's Foundation

Abortion Is Murder

This is a real truth. This is what happens. This is only one type of abortion procedure, but the Dr. discusses other types. Watch this. It's a baby. It's NOT disposable tissue. It's a human with a heart beat.

To destroy this innocent, IS MURDER. Nothing more and nothing less.  Anyone who does this is a murderer.  Anyone who forces another, against their will, is the worst kind of murderer.

Please stop murdering innocents.

 To see more procedures and really get your eyes opened, go to his web site: Abortion Procedures

Existence Lost in the Wind

Writing this post, brings tears to my eyes.

Imagine, if you will, what it would be like if no one knew you ever existed.  If no one knew you ever had a heart beat.  If no one knew that you had been viciously murdered and all records unattainable.

Would anyone even believe you existed?  How would you prove your existence?  How would you make sure your memory was part of the history of humanity.

I wanted nothing more than to make my son's memory real.  As soon as I discovered that a Fetal Death Certificate was created when he was murdered, I knew I had to find a copy. But, I knew the risks.  Below is a link that tells you everything that the State of New York told me and a snippet of the most important part.

Information about Fetal Death Certificates in New York

Since one certificate was used, when the Fetal Death was due to an induced death much of what is listed above is blank.  The certificate does not contain any information regarding consent.  Often with induced Fetal Deaths physicians filled out very little of this form.  Often when someone requests a copy we cannot find one because the physician did not complete any of the identifying information.

I filled out the necessary form and hoped against the odds.  I waited several weeks, but never lost hope.  Then it came.  'Record Not Found.'  I just cried.

To know that my son's memory will only live based on what I say.  Having the official record would prove his existence and prove what a beast his grandmother truly was.

But now, I don't have that proof and if I shared my story with other family members I would not have the proof that some would require.  Yes, that's how some of my family responds to things they don't want to believe.  So, without proof, to them I would be a liar and they would have no reason to believe horrible things about their own mother or grandmother.

It hurts my heart that my son will never be remembered as being a human being that deserved to live.  Not even a piece of paper was sufficiently filled out to show that he was here and he is still loved.

The Doctor that failed to provide any identifying information has made it impossible for me to find my son's record.  I damn his soul for what he did and then what he didn't think was important enough to do.

I am just heart sick over these three little words.

Record Not Found 

Depravity

Things Still Missing

As I read back through my story I realize that there are several things I am still keeping inside myself.

Things that happened, things I've done and things still going on that are caused by the trauma of this horror.  I have done a lot in attempts to make up for what happened.  I've done things to try and fill the hole in my heart.  I've done things to try and replace the love I lost.

You know what?  None of it worked.  It just got me in to trouble and nothing more.

I will work on sharing more information about me trying to compensate and recover from this horror.  Sadly, I've yet to recover so it will be a never ending journey.

Love in the Womb

HUTCHINSON, Kan. - A Hutchinson family is given the news of twins, only to find out they'll most likely go home with just one baby. Of the fraternal twins, a boy and girl, the baby boy has a hole in his heart and an abnormal brain. But as the family learns to lean on their faith and each other, they said their twin babies are doing just the same - holding on to one another.

Ian and Brittani McIntire didn't plan on having any more kids after their first two daughters. Which is why they got an even bigger surprise after finding out they were pregnant again.

"We went in for our six week sonogram and they just said there's one heartbeat and here's another," laughed mom, Brittani.

From shock to excitement, to hearing news no parent expects. With a hole in his heart and an abnormal brain, one baby wasn't growing like he should.

"He's only weighing nine ounces and his sister is over two pounds, so big size difference," Brittani added. "His only chance of survival would be heart surgery but they wouldn't do heart surgery on him because of his brain."

At each follow-up appointment, it was more bad news. Until Tuesday, when the doctors captured a rare moment in a sonogram.

"We didn't really see much, she said there's his hand and there's her hand and it looks like they're holding hands," Brittani explained.

The small, black and white photo showed baby Mason with his tiny hand wrapped around the finger of his growing twin sister Madilyn.

"Most twins, when she's trying to take pictures and stuff, they're kicking each other and hitting each other and she said with our twins it seems like she was very protective over him," Brittani said.

Because Mason may never get to know his twin or family, the special moment caught on camera of the two siblings bonding, is something these parents so is no coincidence.

"We know we have a piece of them together that will last forever and it's special to have," Ian said. 

"I know I'm holding him, I'm carrying him but I just want to be there for him," Brittani said. "And she's the only one who can actually be there and holding onto him through it, so it's comforting to know that if he does pass he won't be alone."

But alone is something neither baby has ever been, from the second their hearts began beating.

"We're still going to trust in God that no matter what, he's been a blessing and if he makes it then it's a huge testimony to what God can do," she added. "And if he doesn't then we have a special angel watching over us."

Twins' special bond captured with sonogram image

Source Article: http://www.kwch.com/news/local-news/sonogram-shows-dying-twin-holding-hand-of-unborn-sister/38033024

The Violence of Abortion

ABORTION AS AN EXPERIENCE OF VIOLENCE

Regardless of the reasons why they have chosen to abort, and even if they are morally comfortable with their decision, many women experience abortion as a violation of their "physical integrity," as it is termed in the definition of PTSD. In many cases, women have described their abortions as feeling like "surgical rape."9 This analogy is not surprising when one considers the actual mechanics of abortion. The woman is prone on her back, legs spread, with a masked stranger plunging instruments into her sexual organs, painfully and literally sucking life out of her womb. Linda described her abortion as follows:

I was fully awake, no pills given, or shots. I lay there with tears rolling down my face. The room was cool. My tears felt like fire on my face, cutting it, slice by slice, tear by tear. My hands were wet with sweat; my right hand squeezed the counselor's thin, cold hand as though squeezing the life out of her. My left hand lay fisted, clenched tightly on my vibrating stomach as the abortion occurred. It felt as though someone was raping me with a 15-Amp canister vacuum hose with no mercy as I lay there helpless, crying calmly, as if agreeing to be raped.

This experience of abortion as a violation of a woman's physical integrity is likely to be even more pronounced in women with a history of being sexually abused or raped. In these instances, the abortion is a connector to these other traumas. This is why a history of sexual abuse is a risk factor for greater post-abortion psychiatric problems. Adding trauma on top of trauma is not healthy, even if the victim is freely consenting to the abortion. As we will see in the next chapter, the intrusion aspect of trauma means that the victims are more likely to recreate trauma in their lives. Providing abortions to women with a history of sexual assault or abuse contributes, in many cases, to self-destructive tendencies. This is especially worrisome in light of recent studies that indicate that up to one-third of women have been the victims of rape or sexual abuse.10

According to one abortion clinic nurse, "Abortion is the narrowest edge between kindness and cruelty. Done as well as it can be done, it is still violence.... "11 According to Missy:

My abortion was extremely traumatic. The pain was excruciating. They kept telling me not to arch my back. I remember nurses coming in to hold me down. The machine sounded like a broken-down air conditioner. It was so loud. I felt helpless, trapped, violated. I fainted when I sat up after the abortion.

By its very nature, abortion requires a violation of a woman's body. Her cervix, which nature has designed to remain closed to protect the developing human fetus, must be forcibly opened. Then, her womb, which is designed to nurture life, must be penetrated, suctioned, and scraped. For many women, this experience is nothing less than their first intimate encounter with death.

The pain of the abortion procedure was a physical manifestation of the taking of life from my body. It was an experience I will never forget. After it was over, I felt confused and shaken; then, sitting in the recovery room, I was overcome with enormous regret. I felt so overwhelmed by the emotion that I didn't even sit there for 40 seconds before I got up, dressed, and walked out, pretending as if nothing in my life had changed. But everything had.

For Rosemary, the sight of babies became the connector to the death experience of abortion.

When I was on that table, for the first time ever in my life, I experienced death in all its blackness and finality. Now I have what I call "lock on" syndrome. I zoom in on every single infant around me wherever I am and am reminded of the incredible pain and guilt and panic at the horror of my choice. I am having deep feelings of regret and self-hatred. I am having immense difficulty reconciling the life around me with the death and the irretrievable loss I feel inside.

To fully ponder the tragedy of aborting one's own child is frightening, overwhelming, and perhaps simply impossible. For Heather, this memory lingered at the edges of her conscience, keeping the pain of her loss intensely alive.

The pain of my abortion is so real. The thought of killing your own child can push you over the edge. It has taken me years to overcome this grief. Abortion destroyed not only my child, but myself. I wish people knew that the aborted baby never really goes away.

For Kari, the death of her child also involved a death of some part of herself.

A part of me died, and it took me nine-and-a-half years to identify what died. The part of me that died from my abortion was my son or daughter whom I'll never know. I repressed and denied this for so long that emotionally I started to die too. I started to lose interest in life. My husband didn't matter. My children didn't matter. I wanted to die, but I never knew why. I felt like I was a lost child who didn't want to find my way home. I was a tree in spring without a bud of life on any branch. My roots lost their ability to drink the water of life. I never quite knew what was wrong with me. . . 

Read the full article here: Abortion as a Traumatic Experience

Happy Birth Month

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day.  It's also the day I have assigned to be my son's birthday.  If his grandmother hadn't forced his murder, he would have been born in February 1973.

A long time ago, I assigned Valentine's Day as his birthday.  No one knows this and no one knows what my heart goes through on that day.  This post is the first time I have spoken of this or shared the bracelet I bought, quite a few years ago.

Valentine's Day and this memory bracelet are all I have of my son.  My heart is consumed with the loss.  I don't know how to explain the depths of the damage that abortion does to women.

On this day and everyday, I honor my son and hold his memory close.

Happy Birth Month, my son.

No More Murdering of Innocents

"Children conceived through rape, incest, and war crimes are innocent, and don't deserve the death penalty. Abortion is not the pathway to healing for women, but a second act of violence. We can and must do better than abortion for victims of sexual violence." -- LiveAction

Love and Support

Yesterday, I received an email from mother.  It was just about her sending me a Valentine's Day card.  She does this every year and I just throw them in the trash.  Like I've said before, I have no room in my heart to forgive her, love her or even hold a conversation with her.

What I found interesting is this line, in her email.

"Regardless wanted to send my love and support." 

Hmm, love and support?  She doesn't really mean it.  For the past 40 years she has yet to apologize for the murder of my son. In fact, she won't even acknowledge that the murder took place.

Now, I have some health issues and she tells me I don't.  I have hearing loss and she informed me that I hear just fine.  Then I always get the 'don't be ridiculous' line.  So, how in the Hell can she send her 'love and support.'  She's a lying piece of crap.

She also likes to say she keeps people in their prayers.  That's a lie.  I don't believe the woman knows what a heartfelt prayer really is.  Maybe I'm wrong, but I  doubt it.

One day, she will die and I WILL be free. Sadly, my son was never given the chance to know what being free was all about.

Dear Mom, this could have been your grandson. You murdered an innocent and for that, there is no forgiveness.

Tears of Loss

Last night I cried until I couldn't cry any more.  I never realized how horrible PTSD could really become, the older I get.

But, the sense of loss and grief just continue to grow and grow.  I have lost so much and as I grow older I just can't contain the loss.

I should be a grandmother.  I should have someone to hold my hand when I am afraid of growing old.  I should have someone to lean on when I get bad news from the doctor.  I should have a family.

My mother has one.  But, she denied me the chance of ever having my own.

I  cry for my loss.  I cry for my son. There is no consoling my heart.  The loss is too tremendous and I've needed my son in my life, but my mother refused to allow him to exist.

Oh mother, dear mother.  I hate you, and I have no forgiveness for you.  I pretended, for so long, to agree with you to put up with you and support you in whatever you did. I took your crap.  I allowed you to make fun of me and make me the butt of your jokes.  I tried to be a good daughter and hid my pain, grief and loss.  But, no more.  You are an evil person.  You can kill your own grandchild because, as you said it, he would not have a name.  How could you?  How could you?  How can one person be so evil.

Mother, when you die I will finally be free of you.  I will not attend your funeral because the only thing I would have to say is that you murdered my child.  I will not shed a tear over your death.  I will be free.  The chains you put on me will be gone.

But, today and every day, I grieve, I cry, I hurt to the core of my soul.  My son,  I need you.

Unborn Babies Bill of Rights

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A Baby's Life- -Timeline

Fetal Development Timeline -- By: Joy Juedes

Science consistently points to the fact that life begins at conception. But what happens after that? How is an unborn child "knit together" Psalm 139:13) in utero?

One of the most surprising things about fetal development is that nothing significantly new happens after 12 weeks after conception- the child simply gets bigger and matures. 

Nearly 90 percent of abortions are done before the twelfth week, when the child is supposedly "blood clots" (Mifeprex [mifepristone] pamphlet) or "pregnancy tissue," (Planned Parenthood document). The twentieth week is about the earliest partial-birth abortions are done. By that time, the baby could survive outside the womb.

Here is a nutshell timeline of a developing unborn child:

• 7-14 days- Cells multiply and become specialized for muscular, neural, reproductive, skeletal, digestive, and circulatory functions.
• 20 days- Eyes start to form
• 22 days- Heart begins to beat
• 23 days- Central nervous system begins to develop
• 4 weeks- Skeleton forms and muscles develop, arms and legs begin to form
• 5 weeks- Nose and mouth form
• 6 weeks- Brain waves can be recorded
• 8 weeks- All organs are present, complete, and functioning (except lungs- they follow a little later)
• 8-10 weeks- Body is completely formed. Responds to touch, fingers and toes defined, has permanent fingerprints, baby can suck thumb
• 8-13 weeks- The child's sex can be distinguished
• 11-12 weeks- Finger and toenails form, the child can make all facial expressions. All organ systems are working, the baby can feel pain
• 15 weeks- "Fluff" appears on the baby's head, also has visible eyebrows, eyelashes
• 16 weeks- Mother can feel the baby move, heart pumps six gallons of blood per day, very rapid growth. Can have REM (dream) sleep
• 18 weeks- the child is now "complete," needing only more time to grow.
• 22 weeks- Mother can feel the baby hiccup
• 20-24 weeks- If born this young, the child could survive outside the womb

Source Article: California Right to Life

PTSD and Abortion

Complications from abortion are real and they happen more than we are told.  Not only do I have PTSD, I ended up with a hysterectomy because of the scar tissue. I lost my son, my heart, my life and my future.  All because someone else forced me to participate in something that is morally wrong.  Murder is never right.

". . .After abortion, many women experience post-traumatic stress disorder. (There is help for you if you’re in a spot like this.) Many realize, all too late, that their unborn children were unique, helpless individuals who needed a chance at life that only their mothers could have given them. Abortion clinics specialize in giving women inaccurate information about an unborn child’s development, often leaving out the true facts about when a baby’s heart begins to beat (22 days), when brain waves can be measured (about six weeks), and when a baby’s organs are present and functioning (eight weeks for all but the lungs; they follow at 11-12 weeks). At five weeks, all four heart chambers are functioning. At eight to ten weeks, a baby can suck her thumb. . ."

Source Article: LifeSite News

Pro Murder and Anti Human - This is Abortion

Planned Parenthood in South Carolina fights fine for cooking the remains of aborted babies

By Holly Gatling, Executive Director

South Carolina Citizens for Life South Carolina has a long history of grotesque abortion stories — from aborting a baby who lived 21-days to documenting an abortionist grinding up babies’ bodies in a common sink disposal.

 The most recent disgusting revelation involves all three abortion facilities in South Carolina, but most prominently Planned Parenthood in Columbia, S.C. According to the duly authorized investigation by the S.C. Department of Health and Environmental Control (DHEC), the PPFA staff has been illegally cooking the bodies of aborted babies who were then dumped in garbage landfills.

 It is bad enough that the law requires the babies’ bodies to be cremated or donated for scientific research. But the DHEC citation of Planned Parenthood noted that there had been 23 shipments of aborted babies that had been “steam sterilized.” In my book that is nothing more than cooking the bodied of aborted babies and that is illegal in South Carolina. Planned Parenthood got caught and heavily fined for illegally disposing of the “products of conception,” the technical name for aborted babies.

Now the abortion giant is fighting to keep from paying the fine while shrieking that the government is on a politically motivated “witch hunt.”

Never mind that DHEC uncovered the nauseating “health care” practices in the state’s abortion industry.

 Begun in September of 2015, the South Carolina House Legislative Oversight Committee continues its investigation of the three free-standing abortion facilities in the state. The purpose of the investigation is to determine if any abortion facility traffics in baby body parts as some Planned Parenthood facilities have been caught doing in other states.

 To deflect attention from the other illegal practices that have been unearthed, Planned Parenthood officials and supporters smugly crow that the probe has shown no evidence that the local abortion businesses trafficked in the bodies and body parts of aborted babies. Be that as it may, the investigation is shining a cleansing light on the pit-of-hell practices that go on in the state’s abortion businesses.

 As a result, DHEC is recommending tightening abortion clinic regulations to include mandatory ultrasounds to determine gestational age before an abortion. The current regulations require an ultrasound if the baby’s guesstimated age is 12-weeks or older. Another positive to come out of the investigation is the DHEC recommendation to require hospital emergency rooms to report post-abortion complications. That is a positive step forward because we know that women have serious complications that are not documented and the abortion facilities are not held responsible. Planned Parenthood along with two other private abortion businesses and two waste disposal companies face fine of up to $51,000.

Only Planned Parenthood, the most lucrative abortion business in the country, is contesting the fines.

Back in September when Melissa Reed, the Vice president of Planned Parenthood South Atlantic told reporters the South Carolina investigation of abortion facilities was a politically motivated “witch hunt,” the story of Hansel and Gretel came to my mind. The hideous witch in the Brothers Grimm Fairytale killed and cooked children.

I think Ms. Reed protests too much.

 Editor’s note. This appears in the current digital edition of National Right to Life News. It can be accessed at:  www.nrlc.org/uploads/NRLNews/NRLNewsJan2016.pdf.

 Source Article: National Right To Life News

Unending Pain and Loss

You may wonder why I write this after so many years.  Well, it's hard and I'll do my best to convey what horrors abortion puts a woman through. Especially when it was done against her will and any future family was lost on that day.

Mother's forced action on murdering my child is just too hateful to wrap my head around.  This is the same mother that when I was just 15, I was given the choice of having knee surgery or not.  Mother said the decision was up to me and she would stand by whatever I decided.

But, two years later, in a much more important decision, she decided I would have no say in the decision to murder my child.  My child was ripped from me, with no consideration of my feelings.  I was able to save my knee from surgery, but I couldn't save my child from murder.

Anyway, back to the effects of having your child ripped from your body and sucked in to a container that would become medical waste certified with an 'induced death' certificate.  That's the truth.  The Left Wing whack jobs say a fetus is not a baby, but yet NY law required a death certificate for induced death.  Hmmm, that proves the baby was, indeed, alive.

So, back to today.  Why do I still have trouble with such an old decision?  It's simple.  I relive it every day.  I am dead serious.  Every single day of my life I relive this horror. Sometimes more than once a day. Yes, PTSD is real and having my child murdered was enough to push me over the edge.  It never leaves me and as I get older the effects of that day are getting stronger. I can be reduced to tears, in mere seconds, because of my memories.

Because of this horror, I am alone.  I have no one in my life that is part of a family that I should have been able to make.  Even now, I cry for my loss and my child's loss at not even being given a chance at life.

Being alone and knowing that I have no one to be with me as I grow old is frightening and it just makes dealing with my loss even harder.

I have lost everything that ever could have meant something in life.  I had a life ahead of me.  This horror affected me so deeply and permanently that I lost my life, that day.  I died with my child.

I cannot stress enough how much damage this horror does to a woman.  They may never admit it.  I hid it for years and years. I suffered in silence, but the suffering continued to grow and grow.  My family can do nothing for me because, in the words of my mother, I'm just being ridiculous and to get over it.  I cannot and will not surround myself with people who think murder is OK.

I am damaged goods and will die an empty shell of what should have been a life with my child and family.  But, it's not.  I will die alone.  There is no one in my life that I can be close to.  I am unable to share love with anyone.  I just can't.

Like I've said before, The day my child was ripped from me, I died with him.  Yes, I knew the sex. The 'Doctor' told me it was a boy.  My dead son is with me daily.  I cry for him and I cry for myself.

Baby Noah

". . .these members of the human family are the most marginalized of society. Through abortion, they are killed at a staggering rate of approximately 3,600 deaths a day. Worse yet, these tiny humans cannot speak to defend themselves, and the laws of our land permit their destruction. Without a trail, a jury, or defense, these little lives are extinguished before they even see the light of day."

 Now, tell me how anyone can murder this tiny human? 

 This is what my mother forced me to lose and I consider her a murderer. How can this kind of murder be OK? Why is it legal to kill such an innocent? Murderers should be jailed, including all who participate in this horror.

Source:  Beautiful Photos of Baby Noah

Empowerment of Teens

I can't imagine how different my life would be if I had the power to find this information and the strength to stand up against a monster mother.  But, I did not have the information and I was paralyzed with fear.  I still blame myself for not stopping this woman.  But, she was my mother and going against her was the wrong thing to do.  Today, I know that is crap and I regret not standing my ground.

This is what every pregnant teen needs to add to her arsenal against those that are forcing her to be an accomplice to murder.

The murder industry does not inform young women of their rights.  IF the center I was forced to go to had explained to me that NO ONE could force me to have an abortion and what I could do to stop it, my life would be very different.  But, they did not care and were there to make money off the backs of women and the lives of the innocent.

You Can Stop Your Abortion

• WHAT TO DO
• Dear Pregnant Friend
• Letter To Your Parents

NO ONE CAN FORCE YOU TO ABORT YOUR BABY.

• No matter how old you are.
• Even if you are a minor.  
• You have a legal right to have your baby. 

View & print out this PDF form and sign it. Fax it to the clinic or abortionist where you are being taken to have an abortion.
If you can't fax it, then print it out, sign it and bring it with you and hand it to the receptionist at the abortion clinic.
If you do not have a printer, then HAND WRITE this out as best you can and sign it and bring it with you so you can hand it to the receptionist. This is a legal document. Hand written, it will not be perfect but do not worry. The abortionist will not want to get involved. He or she will know you are serious about not wanting an abortion.
DO NOT SIGN any of their papers. Refuse to take off your clothes. Do not get up on the table. Just keep refusing to do anything they ask you to do and tell them you want to have your baby.
Even if you do not have this document. You have now read it and you know your rights.
YOU CANNOT BE FORCED INTO AN ABORTION BY ANYONE!!!
AN EXAMPLE: Just recently, we had a 16 year old taken by her mother to an abortionist. The 16 year old said, "I will NOT abort my baby. I can raise my baby myself." She fought so hard with her mother that the woman at the clinic gave this pregnant teen three phone numbers and now she is living at our shelter. YOU CAN DO THIS.
You can have your baby if you want to and there are places you can go all over the United States to live and raise your baby.
Here is a photo of a couple who recently visited our Gift of Hope clinic. After seeing their sonogram pictures and hearing about their options, they decided to keep their baby. You can too.
We are here to help you.
Please call our hotline (1-800-662-2678) and we can work with you to fax this document for you if you don't have access to a fax and we can work with you to find a place for you to live so you can have your baby.
If you need an attorney you can call toll free # 1-866-468-8279 (1-866-4OUTCRY) and they will provide you a free attorney to help you in your decision to have a baby or email them at info@txjf.org
Follow these directions carefully and, again, email us for even more help at lifecall@aol.com or call our 24 hour hotline at 1-800-662-2678.

Source Our Gift of Hope

No More Forced Abortions

I wish I was this empowered.  Information is so empowering, but I had none.  I did not know what to do or where to turn.  The information was just not there.  Maybe it was, but I did not know where to look and fear of my mother took over.  I will regret lacking the strength to stop her and her monster agenda.

This is what every woman,, and especially teens. need to know.

Source: Real Alternatives

The Aftermath

I am finding this entry to be very difficult.  To really explain what was going, during the days to follow, I have to get more descriptive than I would like to.  It just tears my heart out.

From this time forward, my mother what shut out of my heart.  She would never know what I was going through.

One of the things I was told to watch for was excessive discharge.  I was told it should be like a normal period.  They didn't really tell the truth.  The 'discharge' was not like a period.  It was complete with yellow tissue and other pieces of God only knows.  It was a horror to see.

Another thing was the cramps.  I was told it would be mild.  God, they are such liars.  But, in hind sight, I would say I had a harder time because it was botched.

Then I started bleeding quite heavily.  I was scared.  No one knew, but me.  I contacted the person at the number I was given.  I was told I was OK and that happens sometimes and I was further along than most.  What did that mean?  I was too numb to ask.

Fast forward several days.  My experience with mild hemorrhaging was coming to an end.  I felt weak, sick and a hollow shell of the young person I used to be.

Mother has no idea what happened to me and how much damage was done to me.

With the ordeal behind me and my 18th birthday right around the corner, I headed out on a date.  That's when I realized I could never have a normal relationship again.  It was going well but when my date put his arm around me I shriveled up inside.  I was terrified that if I ever had a relationship with a man, my mother would kill any child that I might have been fortunate enough to have.  So, I just shrunk within myself and waited until I could move out.

18th birthday rolled around and I moved out with a girlfriend.  I lived in a dump and worked very hard to just pay my bills.  I never called my mother.  In fact, I did not call her for over a decade.  When I finally did, she told me that she just assumed I was dead somewhere.  Wow, she's piece of work.  Life is all about her and not me - her teenaged mistake.

By now, I had found out that I would never be able to have children any way.  I was full of scar tissue and it never would have happened.  The botched abortion caused all of this damage and ended up in a hysterectomy.  Everyone thinks I had a hysterectomy because of fibroid tumors.  This is the first time I have shared the truth.  Yes, the abortion caused so much damage I had to have a hysterectomy. This is not something that someone in their 20s should have to go through.

That brings me to another memory.  When I found out I had to have surgery, even after a second opinion, I did contact mother.  But, I waited until after the surgery.  I was still in the hospital.  She could have cared less.  She said, are you OK?  Yes, I was OK.  That's all she wanted to know.  I told her that most people send flowers or something when someone goes through surgery.  Yeah, I had to tell her.  She said she 'guessed' she could that.  So, she sent flowers, they were silk, and I gave them to my Doctor for her waiting room.  I just wanted to push the issue with mother to make sure she knew that I knew just how little she cared.

It was another decade before I contacted her again.  This time, my brother was married and about to have their first child.  Now, mother tells me, to my face - 'I didn't think I would ever be a grandmother.'  I bit my tongue in half to keep from telling her that she shouldn't have killed her first one.

She has said and done things to/about me that would cause anyone to lose all self-esteem.  But, the murder of my child was the ultimate of selfishness.

Thank you mother, for completely destroying my life and my child and any opportunity of having a family.  God how I hate her.  She is the most uncaring, selfish witch to walk the earth.

Procedure AKA Murder

I am still not at a point where I can describe, in detail, the actual procedure.  But, I will do my best.

This part of the day was the most horrifying and changed my entire life and being, forever.

I was placed on a table and strapped to stirrups.  The nurse was there busying herself with the equipment.  I asked her if she would hold my hand.  She told me to hold on to the edge of the table and it would be over in a minute. I was so alone and so terrified.

The equipment was ominous looking and I was not given anything to help with the fear, anxiety and horror. I was wide awake.

The Doctor came in and started setting up.  He never said a word to me.  Then it started.  He said I would feel a little pressure.  Huge lie.  The pain started and all I could do was grip the table and cry my eyes out.  Not the Doctor or the nurse said a word.  No comfort, no reassurance, no nothing.  I was being ripped apart and they did not care.

The sounds were more than anyone should have to bear. I can't even describe the horror of those sounds.  But yet, I can still hear them as if it were happening all over again.

When it was all done the Doctor slapped my stomach and said 'you're not pregnant anymore.' and walked out of the room.  I was numb.

This is what abortion looks like http://www.abortioninstruments.com/  This is what my own mother forced me to do to my own child.  I hate her forever.  There is no forgiveness in my heart for her.  Forgiving her is beyond my capabilities.  I will forever hate her for doing this.

But, what can you expect from someone who can trap sparrows, to keep them out of her purple martin houses, and put them next to the exhaust pipe of a running car.  Yeah, that's how cruel she can be.  If it interferes with what SHE wants then she gets rid of it, no matter the means.

The nurse gave me some reading material and some sanitary pads.  She told me to get dressed and go to the next room to 'recover'.  Recovery lasted about 30 minutes

Next up was a forced group meeting about birth control and aftercare.

The meeting was horrible.  It was like sitting at the 'cool girls' table in school.  They were all laughing and just yucking it up.  I was feeling separated from my body.  It was too surreal for me to handle.  It was like I split in to two entities.  One that sat and listened to the lecture and the other that retreated in to the darkness.

I just wanted this to be over.  I wanted to be alone to cry until I couldn't cry any more.

Day over and we flew home the same day.

Arrangements and Arrival

It didn't take mother any time at all to make the arrangements.  We were booked on a flight and off to New York before any rational thought was allowed to prevail.

I can't begin to explain my emotional state, at this time.  It was like I was numb, beat down and I had surrendered. I had no thoughts.  I was terrified but could not show my feelings.  Actually, from that moment on I kept my fears and what followed to myself.

My mother thought that my child was such a shameful thing that she refused me to contact my grandfather who lived in NY.  I was told this was not a pleasure trip. In fact, no concern was given to the after effects as we were booked on a flight out on the SAME day as the murder.

We arrived at the clinic and I could have just cried but I didn't let it show.  I would not let this monster mother know what she was doing to me, my child and my life.  She was determined to do this and it didn't matter what anyone else wanted or even felt.  She was cold-hearted and just mean.

I took too long to approach the desk and she pushed me along and checked me in. She was hateful and told me to just go sit down.

I did and all I remember was the atmosphere.  People laughing and talking in the very brightly lit waiting room.  They were acting as if they were in a restaurant bar, waiting for a table to open up.  It was horrible.  I just stared out the window; a view I will never forget. Another thing that I will never forget was the song 'Mr. Bonjangles.'  It had been tops in the chart and this song must have played half a dozen times.  To this day, I can't listen to that song, without being transported back to the day of the murder.

I sat in silence and waited.  Finally I was called back.  I went alone.  My own mother would not be there.  In a way I was glad she wasn't there.  In another way how could a mother sit there and allow her only daughter to go through such a horrible ordeal ALONE.

I hate her with such a deep hate.  Any love I had for her had died. I would never love her again and I would never forgive her --EVER!

As the door closed behind me I knew this was the end of everything I had ahead of me.  My life was over, as I knew it.

I was dying while mother sat in the waiting room reading a magazine.

Pause Before The Second Phase

I am not quite ready to write about the next phase in mother's murder plan.  This is rough and I need to garner a bit more strength.

I hope to continue sharing this horror, in a few days.

Please be patient.

Mother's Plan - Setting The Stage and Making Demands

Mother whirled in to action and before I knew it I was packed off to a local doctor.  I couldn't even see our family doctor. I was sent to see a complete stranger.  Having a child was a shameful thing for the family.  At least in my mother's eyes.

The visit was horrible. She could have at least let me see a woman doctor. But NO!  Up until then, I had never been to gynecologist, so this was a first and with a perfect stranger.  It was so horrible.  At this point I began to become afraid.  I did not know what mother was going to do next.  So, I kept my feelings and fears to myself.

The results came back positive and as soon as she found out, she stopped in the living room.  Standing up, she informed me of the results and informed me that I would be getting rid of it.  She couldn't even sit down to have adult discussion.  She dictated and scared the life out of me.  But, I did muster up the courage to say to her 'Wait a minute'.  Really, I needed to absorb what she was saying and be allowed to share my feelings.

Her response to my statement was --  Wait for what? You are going to get rid of it.  I asked 'why?'.  Her response, and I quote, " I am not going to raise it and it won't have a name.'  That is what she said.  No discussion, no thought of me and what I felt or wanted. I was so close to being 18 and here I was stuck and being frightened  in to submission by a mother that I never realized was such a monster.  What else could she be if her first response is to murder her own grandchild.

Next up was mother's husband.  Legally, my father. But, in reality it was her second husband.  Anyway, he tracked down and set up a meeting with Michael.  To this day, I do not know what happened. But, I do know it had to have been awful.  Michael ran away as fast as he could and joined the Marines earlier than he had planned. Mother's husband, most likely, was browbeat by my mother.  I believe if she had left him alone and allowed him to act on his own conscience, he and I could have sat down and had a decent discussion.   But, the monster mother would not hear of that.  She took over and ran the show and made sure I stayed in line and in fear of her.

I threatened to run and she threatened me with police action.  Yes, the police could have forced me back home, until I reached my 18th birthday.  She was determined to kill my child.