My Abortion Stories

Soul Food Diaries

When I think about abortion I think about the people I know who have had missing family members because someone chose to abort a child.

Hard obsidian stories with no happy conclusions. Just a space where a child should have been.

The etymology and meaning of abortion is worth examining, not just for it’s history or boundaries but the duality of it’s meaning.

In medical terms a miscarriage is referred to as a “missed a-b” or an “a-b” that necessitates surgical extraction.

I have had one of each.

The first was a molar pregnancy.

I went to my first ultrasound expecting see filigree images of a little person. There were none. There were only signs of a child who had been there (however briefly), and the molar tissue left behind.

I knew something was wrong but no one–neither doctors nor techs, told me anything. I left the hospital dazed and…

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2 thoughts on “My Abortion Stories

  1. 😦 I used to think miscarriages were very rare. But I know so many who have suffered the loss of a baby they wanted so much. Hugs to you, EL. You make beautiful babies–no doubt these little ones were beautiful, too.

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