"I was delivered alive after 18 hours. I should be blind. I should be burned. I should be dead and yet I’m not. You know what is fantastic vindication is the fact the abortionist had to sign my birth certificate. It also says on my medical records ‘born during saline abortion survivor.’ Ha, they didn’t win!"
saline abortion survivor
I read an open letter from an African woman to Melinda Gates. This woman is concerned about Gates’ plan to flood the African market with free birth control:
Growing up in a remote town in Africa, I have always known that a new life is welcomed with much mirth and joy. In fact we have a special…
1. At just 4 days after fertilization… What? That zygote doesn’t look human? Well, scientifically, it is! It’s growing, so it must be alive. It has human parents, so it must be human. In fact, since fertilization, that zygote has possessed a predetermined sex (it’s a girl!) and her own unique set of human DNA. Her DNA will guide her body’s development over the next nine months (and its entire lifetime!). Remember, don’t judge or discriminate against other human beings just because they don’t look like us!
2. At just 5-6 weeks of gestation…Despite being only a quarter of an inch long, her nose, mouth, and ears are already taking shape! Her heart is beating about 100 times a minute (almost twice as fast as yours) and blood is beginning to circulate through her body. Brain waves have been detectable for at least 2-3 weeks already!
3. At just 7 weeks gestation…Most of that growth is concentrated in the head as new brain cells are generated at the rate of 100 per minute. Your baby’s mouth and tongue are forming as arm and leg buds sprout, and those little kidneys are getting ready to do their job (pee production and excretion).
4. At about 10 weeks…All of her major body functions are up and running: the kidneys, intestines, brain, and liver are all working. Her tiny arms and legs can already start to flex. Most abortions in the United States take place around this time. If she’s lucky, her mom will love her enough to let her live.
5. At 12 weeks…Her muscles are beginning to bulk up, so she’s busily stretching and kicking. If you put your hand on your tummy, she’ll likely wiggle in response because her reflexes are starting to develop, although you won’t feel it yet.
6. At 16 weeks gestation…This week, the baby is going through a growth spurt. Soon she’ll be growing locks of hair on her head and she’s already started growing toenails. Every day, her heart pumps about 25 quarts of blood through her body.
7. Sucking her thumb at about 18-20 weeks gestation…Right about now, she has her own unique set of fingerprints.
8. Around 6-7 months gestation…The baby can now respond to external sounds by moving and increasing the pulse. A mother may notice jerking motions if the baby hiccups!
9. At around 8 months gestation…This baby can hear and is beginning to recognize her mother’s voice. Her skin is pink and she already is beginning to get that cute, chunky appearance that newborns have. That extra fat is very important, because it allows the baby to regulate her temperature after birth.
We’re all just grown up embryos…
Do I know how physically hellish pregnancies can be? I got pregnant with my first son when I was 17 years old. I was the top of my class, dating my high school sweet heart for 3 years (Mr. prom king himself). I was a cheerleader, varsity team since I was a freshman, runner up for Miss Wallace, and the school “artist”. When I got pregnant, absolutely everyone around me told me I should get an abortion. My boyfriend and his parents, my parents and my friends, and every single one of my teachers (who I considered my friends). I wanted to keep my son, but every day I got pulled out of class, pestered by my teachers to get an abortion, that they would drive me to the clinic themselves, that “nobody would have to know”. I was firm on my decision. I wanted to keep my son. I was harassed to get an abortion until I was about 6 months pregnant, in which at that point I was rejected by my family and friends, and my teachers. To make matters worse, I began to get a pain in my leg that was so severe I couldn’t stop vomiting. I went to the E.R. and they found that I had a D.V.T. Deep vein thrombosis. After several tests they confirmed that I had 2 types of blood disorders, that are so severe I need to be on anti coagulants for the rest of my life, so severe that any pregnancy is life threatening. The doctors urged me to get an abortion, and once again I refused. I was admitted into the hospital for 2 weeks, with the only anticoagulant approved during pregnancies: lovenox. Lovenox is a shot to the stomach that you take every 12 hours, for the remainder of the pregnancy and 2 months after. The feeling of a D.V.T when it completely clots your leg, is like hooking up a hose to the inside of your leg, filling it up with water until your skin is ready to burst, then plugging the hole. It is beyond excruciating. To deliver my son, was even more dangerous. When you are on blood thinners, your blood is kept 10 x thinner then the average person, so I was at an extreme bleeding risk. If for some reason I needed a c-section, or I had other problems, I could have simply hemorrhaged to death. I delivered my healthy baby boy a few months later, the delivery went wonderful. After I had my son, I went to school at the University of Idaho, to study physiology. Here is a photo of my son, who is now 8 years old. He plays the piano, enjoys legos, minecraft, speaks 3 languages and by his choice is a vegan. He is vibrant and compassionate and loves to make others happy, in the morning when I wake up he makes coffee, and occasionally leaves notes under my bedroom door telling me how much he loves me. He always fights for the smaller person, loves babies and children, and tells me that he cannot wait to get married (often asks me how to get a wife lol). This is the face of the boy that every one I knew told me to abort.
But dear, that isn’t it. When my son was very young, I began to date a man and we were intimate very early in our relationship. He was much older then I was, and he told me he was sterile. He lied. After we had been dating for 2 months I became pregnant again. He was unsupportive of the pregnancy. He urged me to get an abortion. I refused. And so began the abuse. At first it was just control of my life. He took away friends, family. Then he took away my car, my phone, my job. He stole my life. Eventually the abuse became so severe I tried to run away. I bundled my son up in a winter coat and began to walk. We lived in a very first class neighborhood, and he was very well respected, and very well off. When the cops picked me up they told me that if I tried that again, they would take my son away. Then he locked me in a bathroom for 3 days. When I finally cut a hole in the window screen, and climbed down off the roof to run across the street he grabbed me by the neck and tried to kill me. I can barely remember what happened, all I know is there was not one part on my body that was not injured bruised. After months of trying to escape, I finally was able to contact my mother who took me in. But that wasn’t the end of it. When I was about 5 months pregnant, I began to feel a sharp stabbing in my chest when I inhaled. I went to the E.R. They found a Pulmonary embolism in my lungs (blood clot in my lungs). These are extremely fatal. This part of the story is similar, I was admitted into the hospital, I took a shot ever 12 hours into my stomach, and after months finally delivered my second son. He is 7 years old. Here is a photo of my son. For his safety the photo I attached he is actually about 4 years old. He is a very quiet and gentle little boy. He literally cannot kill a fly (he catches them and throws them outside), he enjoys cuddling, hugging random strangers (unfortunately), praying, and day dreaming. I have personally never met anyone who is as sweet, unselfish, gentle, and loving as him. He loves to pray, and also loves scary things like ghosts and skeletons because they are “misunderstood”.
After I got my life back together, I married a wonderful man. After we were married for sometime, I got pregnant with my daughter. During this pregnancy I had a D.V.T and a P.E. I was hospitalized for nearly a month hooked up to machines to make sure my heart did not stop (the clots pass through the heart before they are thrown into the lungs). The doctors threatened to sterilize me without my permission. They called me “selfish” for wanting to keep my child. They told me that I was a bad mother because I wanted to keep my child. I delivered my princess, my vibrant, brilliant daughter. She has the longest most beautiful hair I have ever seen, she is soft spoken but wild and a true lady like little girl.
The Doctors told me they weren’t worth dying for. All the suffering I went through, all the shots I took, the bruises in my belly, It means nothing. In fact the second I held them in my arms I nearly forgot all of it. It meant nothing in comparison to the PEOPLE they are.
But dear, that isn’t the end of the story. A few months ago I had a pain in my leg that i noticed while at work. it wouldnt go away and got worse and worse. I went to the E.R. and they found not only a D.V.T that went up my leg, but also giant bi-lateral clots (P.E. in both lungs). But that’s not all they found. I also found out that I am expecting <3 I spent a few weeks in the hospital. It has been difficult to breath but I get a long just fine (it feels as if I am constantly out of breath from running). I am taking my shots, every day, in my stomach to be sure that the clots desolve, and that I don’t get anymore. And this February I will meet my child, my little person.
I’m 26 years old. I own a home, I live a wonderful life. I am well educated, I own a business, I have a family, and it is ONLY because of my children that I have pushed myself. It is ONLY because of my children that I have lived the life I have, that I never gave up. A lot of anti-pro lifers ask me, why would you risk your life for your “fetus”? Because this life in me, isn’t a fetus, its a child, its a person. And there is no greater glory to a Mother, then to give her life for the life of her child. I’m not scared of pregnancy, I’m not scared of death. I live a beautiful simple life, full of love and joy. I am satisfied at 26 to the point I feel I have lived a 1000 years of happiness. So, to answer you question, do I know how difficult pregnancy is? Absolutely. In fact, I am my obgyns FAVORTIE patient. I see 4 doctors every other week, and take weekly blood tests. My stomach is covered with bruises from the injections, bruises that I have to shove a needle back into to inject again and again. And I would do it all over. Any ‘pro choicer’ has absolutely NO right to speak for women who have life threatening pregnancies. Any ‘pro choicer’ has absolutely NO RIGHT to speak about the value of children, when you have never even held your own. You want to speak for women who want abortions? Speak for another group, because I have met women who would and have risked their life to have a pregnancy that wasn’t “convenient”. You telling me about emotional, mental and physical stress of a pregnancy, when I lied in a hospital when I was 17 months old mocked by every one I loved while i lived in fear of death? You are telling me that I just don’t “care” about any of that, that it proves that my views are hateful? Think again. When I risk my lives for my children, I do it because my love is completely unselfish. Because WHO am I to decide that my life is more valuable than anyone else life? Who am I? They were worth it. I promise you.
Planned Parenthood’s newest slogan is “Care. No matter what.” They were going to try out “Not in her shoes,” but they reconsidered after pro-lifers around the world posted pictures of baby shoes that Planned Parenthood’s victims would never get to wear.
So how does the new “care” slogan line up with Planned Parenthood’s behavior? Is there a better motto they could use?
Well, we learned this week that Planned Parenthood in Texas had to pay $1.4 million for defrauding the state’s Medicaid program. This means that the world’s largest abortion corporation was stealing from poor women and children, for no other reason than to inflate its already huge profits.
So maybe a better slogan would be "Profit. No matter what."
Then there’s the recent anniversary of the death of Tonya Reaves, a 24-year-old Chicago woman killed by Planned Parenthood in a botched abortion. Abortion staff decided to let Tonya bleed to death for five hours rather than call 911. It was more important to them to save face than to save Tonya’s life.
One year later, justice has still not been served for Tonya’s killing.
So maybe "Saving face. No matter what." would be a better slogan for Planned Parenthood.
But let’s not forget what lies under these cases – all the fraud and the death and the “meat-market" safety lapses characteristic of Planned Parenthood. This is a billion-dollar corporation that literally profits off the destruction of the most helpless, voiceless human beings. Its spokespeople stand up for infanticide, for killing pre-born girls just for being girls, for a woman’s “right” to destroy her child whenever she sees fit.
Planned Parenthood received $542 million in forced funding from taxpayers in 2011 to continue these activities - not to mention to defraud taxpayers in Texas and elsewhere. To literally steal from the poor.
What Planned Parenthood really stands for – what really drives their business – is the one word that its spokespeople are the least likely to say.
So what’s the best, most truthful slogan for Planned Parenthood?
"Abortion. No matter what."
A corporation that profits from killing children should not exist. Such an industry should be unthinkable in America. Live Action will keep infiltrating Planned Parenthood facilities nationwide, keep recording the horrifying things they do, and keep showing the public the evidence. We’re going to make abortion unthinkable in our country.
Lila Rose, Liveaction.org
All these lovely ladies weigh 154lbs. We all carry weight differently, don’t live your life by an outdated chart. Find a number that looks and feels good.
TAKE A GOOD LOOK. WEIGHT COMES IN DIFFERENT SHAPES AND SIZES.
THIS ^ OH MY GOD the amount of times i’ve tried to get through to people about this!!! LEARN IT FOR HEAVENS SAKE.
This is the perfect visual.
this is perfect!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Baldwin explained that when that did not quiet her, he used drugs: “I mean he slapped her and that didn’t work, then he would medicate her and put her under.”
According to Baldwin, some women returned to complain and ask why they had slap or hand marks on their thighs.
One woman, for example, was left lying in place for hours after Gosnell tore her cervix and colon while trying, unsuccessfully, to extract the fetus. Relatives who came to pick her up were refused entry into the building; they had to threaten to call the police. They eventually found her inside, bleeding and incoherent, and transported her to the hospital, where doctors had to remove almost half a foot of her intestines.
On another occasion, Gosnell simply sent a patient home […] without telling [her] that she still had fetal parts inside her. Gosnell insisted she was fine, even after signs of serious infection set in over the next several days. […]
A nineteen-year-old girl was held for several hours after Gosnell punctured her uterus. As a result of the delay, she fell into shock from blood loss, and had to undergo a hysterectomy.
One patient went into convulsions during an abortion, fell off the procedure table, and hit her head on the floor. Gosnell wouldn’t call an ambulance, and wouldn’t let the woman’s companion leave the building so that he could call an ambulance.
(from page 2) His emergency exit was padlocked shut.