Dear Mommy, I am in Heaven now, sitting on Jesus' lap.
He loves me and cries with me; for my heart has been
broken. I so wanted to be your little girl. I don't
quite understand what has happened. I was so excited
when I began realizing my existance. I was in a dark,
yet comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes. I
was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near
ready to leave my surroundings. I spent most of my
time thinking or sleeping. Even from my earliest days,
I felt a special bonding between you and me. Sometimes
I heard you crying and I cried with you. Sometimes you
would yell or scream, then cry. I heard Daddy yelling
back. I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon. I
wondered why you cried so much. One day you cried
almost all of the day. I hurt for you. I couldn't
imagine why you were so unhappy. That same day, the
most horrible thing happened. A very mean monster came
into that warm, comfortable place I was in. I was so
scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to
help me. Maybe you never heard me. The monster got
closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming,
"Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me."
Complete terror is all I felt. I screamed and screamed
until I thought I couldn't anymore. Then the monster
started ripping my arms off. It hurt so bad; the pain
I can never explain. It didn't stop. Oh, how I begged
it to stop. I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg
off. Though I was in such complete pain, I was dying.
I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how
much you love me. I wanted to make all your tears go
away. I had so many plans to make you happy. Now I
couldn't; all my dreams were shattered. Though I was
in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart
breaking, above all. I wanted more than anything to be
your daughter. No use now, for I was dying a painful
death. I could only imagine the terrible things that
they had done to you. I wanted t o tell you that I
love you before I was gone, but I didn't know the
words you could understand. And soon, I no longer had
the breath to say them; I was dead.I felt myself
rising. I was being carried by a huge angel into a big
beautiful place. I was still crying, but the physical
pain was gone. The angel took me to Jesus and set me
on His lap. He said He loved me, and He was my Father.
Then I was happy. I asked Him what the thing was that
killed me. He answered, "Abortion. I am sorry, my
child; for I know how it feels." I don't know what
abortion is; I guess that's the name of the monster.
I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell you how
much I wanted to be your little girl. I tried very
hard to live. I wanted to live. I had the will, but I
couldn't; the monster was too powerful. It sucked my
arms and legs off and finally got all of me. It was
impossible to live. I just wanted you to know I tried
to stay with you. I didn't want to die. Also, Mommy,
please watch out for that abortion monster. Mommy, I
love you and I would hate for you to go through the
kind of pain I did. Please be careful.
Love,
Your Baby Girl
Um, right. First off, contrary to what some may think, just because someone had an abortion, doesn't mean they didn't use protection. Protection of any kind is never 100% full-proof. Secondly, if you were to get pregnant (the details of the situation don't matter), putting the child up for adoption isn't always the best option. Realistically, if you had a baby growing inside you for nine months, would you want to give it away..even if you had no plans of keeping it? If you were to keep the baby, you'd be putting your education, your career, possibly your own life at risk.
That aside, when you're having an abortion, the "baby" inside you probably hasn't developed much. It wouldn't be screaming or crying. No legs or arms would be ripped or "sucked" off. Whatever is inside you at the time, isn't even living yet. The second to the last line kind of bothers me. "I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did." The mother could have much more emotional pain than the abortion would cause the fetus.
...And the line of people that this was sent to consists of mostly females. Ironic.
I'm sure there will be disagreements with my views. That's okay. I didn't mean to post this as away to attack pro-lifers, I just needed to vent.