How Planned Parenthood Saved My Daughter’s Life
Hoping to add perspective to the Planned Parenthood fiasco I wrote this article for a third party. Then, the fourth Planned Parenthood video was released. Aghast, I pulled my submission. Contemplating my unborn babies uncontrollable tears stained my face as I watched the interviews. Oh, what I would do to protect any of those precious lives God is knitting together in mother’s wombs. I present this article not to balance or defend Planned Parenthood, but to present the overwhelming need the average American woman has for health care and suggest alternatives.
Embarrassed, I learned to hide the fact we were financially unraveling like a pro. Then we became pregnant.
I remember the deliberate drive to the nearest Planned Parenthood Clinic. Shame surged through my deep conservative roots as I parked the car in the most inconspicuous spot. Normally I like to look around, give a hearty “hello” to people I pass, but today, head down, my eyes locked on the door with precision. I prayed I’d be another unrecognizable woman in a big city.
Our waste bin was lined with positive pregnancy tests, so my purpose in walking through those doors was definite, and different than you might imagine. Nausea filled my belly as I walked through the doors of the clinic, far more overwhelming than the early symptoms of pregnancy.
Waiting in Shame
Embarrassed and ashamed, I sat in the lobby. Innocently I assumed the primary reason women visit Planned Parenthood is to have an abortion, after all, that’s what I had been told my entire life. Avoiding eye contact and casual conversation I sat alone like a foreigner. Naïvely I cloaked myself in shame; these women must believe I don’t want the life growing inside me. This myopic moment precluded the reality I discovered by being there: Those women’s appointments are necessarily intended to end a pregnancy.
Head down, shoulders slumped, she called my name and I entered a room. The thought of precious babies being killed plagued my mind. Was that happening right now? Are the cries of the innocent in this very place? The room next door?
Defensiveness swept over me. I don’t want to be here! My legs wanted to run, but my heart steadied and reassured me into staying. After all, it was the only way for this baby to survive.
Typically times like I hang my heart on the “peace that transcends understanding”, but in this moment, though hope was palatable, peace was absent. Perhaps a morsel of what Christ endured on the cross; hope for his creation but denied the peace his father provides through separation.
Miscarriages and a Diagnosis for Hope
Though I had a robust eighteen-month-old son at home, two miscarriages had wrecked me. Fortunately, after the second death my incredible doctor learned what caused the miscarriages. A simple factor problem with my blood caused lethal blood clots in my babies early on (MTHFR). Though unverified, new research suggested that ingesting copious amounts of folic acid and a smidge of aspirin would protect the fragile developing life. This meant identifying pregnancy early on was crucial so the growing life could be specifically cared for throughout the term.
Need Healthcare and Broke
Self-employed on the heels of the “Great Economic Collapse” we couldn’t afford medical insurance premiums. More so, there was no way to absorb the thirty thousand dollar price tag of another necessary c-section let alone the many doctor’s visits and ultrasounds this pregnancy would require.
In my mind, adulthood hinged on being financially solvent. As I searched for public medical assistance I felt like a teenager hiding contraband from her parents. When I swallowed my pride I happened across a state program designed for pregnant women and very young children. That was me! Unfortunately there are always conditions and requirements to meet. The first hurdle required proof.
We Had No Money and I Needed a Doctor’s Note
No doctor and no medical insurance meant I couldn’t have an average piece of paper proclaiming I was “verifiably pregnant” and a consideration for the program, but there was Planned Parenthood.
Planned Parenthood, usually villainized by conservative groups, provides free pregnancy tests. Passing by Planned Parenthood clinics I always, again naïvely, assumed the only reason anyone would walk through the doors would be to terminate a pregnancy. Then there was me, fighting for my babies life.
Average Women Need Proper Health Care
I’ve learned through life that I’m not the exception in a group; I’m an average woman. That means there are many other women, afraid to share their financial struggles, fearful of having another miscarriage, and many more women who need an annual check-up or a breast exam.
While it grieves me that Planned Parenthood is the face of the abortion atrocity, because of the free services they provided me, I was able to receive the medical care my baby needed to survive my disorder. I got that average piece of paper verifying my pregnancy to submit with my application to the state. I now enjoy sharing life with the vibrant healthy daughter God blessed my family with.
Just as we have come to call tissue Kleenex, or soda pop Coke, I believed the Planned Parenthood franchise was the only name for affordable “women’s care”. Gaining grassroots efforts have recently opened my eyes to the many Planned Parenthood alternatives. Though the Planned Parenthood video frenzy I’ve learned community clinics outnumber Planned Parenthood ten to one!
Regardless of what happens to Planned Parenthood, efforts are being to make finding women’s care simple. If you or someone you know is seeking medical care, this preliminary interactive map allows you to find care in your area. http://getyourcare.org/