They gave her a choice, break up with him or move out.
Since she was pregnant she chose to move in with him. This really upset her parents and they stopped speaking. After a couple of months living with her boyfriend things were not going so well. He was not ready to be a father. By now she was nearly 6 months along feeling kicks and wearing maternity clothes. She still was not talking to her parents.
He gave her a choice. Either get rid of the kid or move out!
Feeling trapped she chose to have the abortion. It was a difficult late term abortion. It took 24 hours of pain. When the baby came out, the doctor asked her if she wanted to know what it was, she replied "no". At that point the nurse held up a fully formed baby with a full head of hair and said "oh it was a boy" she then proceeded to toss the baby into a bucket that was sitting on the floor next to the bed.
This was a horrible experience for a 17 year old girl to have to go through. I have often wondered if I could have done more. I don't judge people for the choices they make. But I have often wondered "what if?"
I wrote this poem in memory of the baby that had no choice, had no voice, was he really just a choice?
Perhaps through my poem he does still have a voice!
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A CHOICE
A baby's life somehow occurred,
Though his voice was never heard.
To small to even understand
How his life could be unplanned.
Though he had a beating heart
He was doomed right from the start,
We'll never know how great his worth
Had he walked upon this earth!
How great a price the world will pay
Because his life was thrown away.
No mercy for this tiny soul
A burden far from his control.
Did he suffer did he cry?
About to die did he wonder why?
No love was shown
his face unknown
No one to claim him for their own!
He had no rights, he had no voice
He was simply just a choice!
I doubt his mom will soon forget
That little choice she never met!
Years from now she'll cry with grief
From choices past, there's no relief,
A heavy burden she must bear,
For this child that is not there.
Because a baby's life occurred
Although his cries were never heard
Perhaps it still is not too late,
To save another from his fate.
If just one heart on earth was stirred
To know this baby's life occurred
One small voice can now rejoice
He was more than just a choice!
DEU 30:19
This day I call heaven and earth as witnesses against you that I
have set before you life and death, blessings and curses. Now choose life,
so that you and your children may live
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