This was the day I came home to my parents in October of 1977.
My hair was starting to grow back after my head had been shaved for IV lines. I weighed around five pounds here at just under two months of age.
I was able to go home to my parents because I survived that “failed” or “botched” abortion and because I was provided medical care, despite demands not to do so. How many children never get to be held like I was in this photo because they were aborted? Because they weren’t provided timely medical care, were intentionally left to die or even killed?
There are so many stories like mine that will never be told. So I feel compelled to tell mine.