Some women in our family had abortions and I want to stand with them in their grief. I grieve the pain of the empty womb and the pain of the emptied womb.
When Jerry's daughter Julie was 17 he had to rush her to the hospital in severe pain. Emergency staff whisked her away and he waited. And waited. And waited. He went up to the counter and asked, "Where's my daughter? How is she?" All anyone would say was, "She's being examined."
This went on so long he finally walked out of the waiting room and wandered down the hall looking for her. He finally found Julie lying on a gurney down the hall from X-ray. She was crying.
He told her he'd been waiting quite a while and no one had told him anything. He asked what was happening.
She said, "I'm pregnant. I thought you knew and you didn't want to see me."
He held her and let her cry and told her he loved her. Then he sought out the doctor and demanded to know what was going on.
"It could be a tubal pregnancy," the doctor told him. "It's so small we can't find it but if the Fallopian tube bursts, it could be life-threatening. Something needs to be done right away."
Jerry had the distinct impression that the doctor intended to cut him and her mother out of their daughter's life before they had a chance to find out about the pregnancy, at the moment of her greatest need. Julie agrees. "They would have (aborted the pregnancy) if I had wanted that. Dad would have never known."Julie signed permission to have a laproscopy done to check the Fallopian tube and Jerry took Julie home that afternoon. He told her, "We'll stick by you, whatever you decide."
Eight months later, Jerry was his daughter's partner of choice in the delivery room.
Today I am thankful we will meet the unborn members of our family in heaven.