We were in the office in Detroit and had just had one of the
sad visits where the young mother will not be moved by anything we can offer
her—love, help, information, etc.—to keep her baby when two more women
arrived. They were a mother I’ll call Anne
and her pregnant daughter I’ll call Mary and as is most common, they arrived at
our office believing it was an abortion clinic.
Both struck me immediately as kind loving women and I knew right away
that they didn’t want to do this terrible thing. We began the appointment as always with love—just
giving them whatever kind friendly words we could to make them feel at ease and
understand that we were there to help. We
showed them a movie depicting abortion procedures and describing their risks,
explained fetal development and presented them with a model comparable to Mary’s
current week of gestation, and gave her a pregnancy test. Two members from another pro-life
organization were present in the office building and one—who has years of
experience counseling women contemplating abortion—did the main counseling
session. It was such a blessing to see the change! As is not uncommon, Anne and Mary were
feeling pressured by their circumstances to rid themselves forever of their
child/grandchild. With the offers of
help—real, practical, substantial, immediate help—they were incredulous and
Anne was upset to realize that we would not be providing the expected
abortion. Then slowly you could see the
doubt slipping away and a hesitant but hopeful trust emerging that maybe—just maybe—there
really were people in the world who truly cared and could truly help.
One of our interns accompanied them as Mary was taken to her
ultrasound appointment. I was needed to
remain behind for other office appointments, but I heard that the ultrasound
could not have been better: a healthy little 12 week baby jumping up and down
and sucking his/her little thumb for all to see! I was blessed to see some of the images the
next day and they were beautiful (the baby looked right at the ”camera” in one
of them! Almost like he knew he was the center of attention and was lovin’
it). Well everything seemed complete:
Anne had a new refrigerator, Mary was already hearing of assistance that would
be given to her to complete her goal of becoming a nurse, smiles were all
around, yet the next day we received a blow: a call suggesting the baby (and
mother) might be in danger.
No time to waste. Our friends from the neighboring pro-life
organization asked us to pick up Mary and her boyfriend I’ll call
Zacharias. We took them to an art fair
to relax and over the course of the afternoon had plenty of opportunities to
reassure them of the help available and encourage the “connection” to be made
between this abstract concept of abortion vs pregnancy and the real, living,
present baby of their OWN they carried around the art fair with them.
Today we heard the good news: Mary has decided to love her
baby and after profuse words of sincere gratitude, Anne has already provided
the number of another mother she knows who is in need.
Our Lady of Guadalupe, Mother of Life, pray for us who have recourse to thee.
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