We aren't ready

Today I want to tell you about a girl I met yesterday, let’s call her Maria. She walked in with a 3 year old autistic son and her boyfriend. She wiped away tears as she came in, but managed to keep it together for the rest of the consultation – until the videos. Watching the first video was hard enough for her (it explains the dangers and possible complications of an abortion), when I put on the second video and she saw the fetal tissue (the ripped apart bodies of 8 week fetuses) she said she was about to throw up. I asked her, “If you can’t watch this, then how will you be able to go through it?”

                At that she burst into tears. She had said she was Catholic, so I asked if she thought God would have sent her this baby if he didn’t trust her to take care of this child, to be the best mother for this child. She started to cry even harder and she told me about how, as a child, she had prayed and prayed for a baby. She wondered how, now that she had been given a baby, how could she reject it?

                Her next question was how could she convince her boyfriend that they could handle a 3 year old autistic boy and a newborn? I referred her to a sonogram with the hope that once he sees his child he won’t be able to destroy that life.