Good Women Have Abortions

January 19, 2012 / Good Women Have Abortions…..

I had no idea that Beaumont had an abortion clinic until we were at the heart of our situation with Thomas; if Aaron hadn’t gotten nosey one day I think I would still be living in blissful ignorance. He had to go do some blood-work at Quest Diagnostics one day last year, this was a part of the genetic testing we both had to have done, and he noticed a group of women standing outside of the building across the street holding pro-life signs and just HAD to stop and quiz them. He shared a small part of our story with them and traded emails with the lady that seemed to be leading this quiet protest. She was very intrigued by our situation and our CHOICE to not “terminate” our pregnancy, or in other words, our decision not to kill our child that others might have viewed as a “waste”. She talked with Aaron for quite a while asking him if he would be willing to speak at their little pro-life conventions and he quickly threw me under the bus saying that I’m the one that she needed to talk to about that; clearly I’m the talker in our home! I never got in touch with her, she contacted Aaron weekly, but I didn’t feel it was the right time for me to be speaking to the masses when I had no idea what my life held day in and day out. I avoided this opportunity like the plague and as selfish as that might seem, it was something I had to avoid in order to keep my sanity. Our choice to carry out a pregnancy that we had planned and was very much wanted was not something I felt needed to be used as a tool to talk others into making that same choice. For me, it wasn’t an option; we wanted our son, no matter how long we would have him.

Now that we are expecting baby #3 , I am making routine trips to Quest Diagnostic to have blood-work on a regular basis. I am only 4 ½ weeks pregnant and have now been 3 times to have blood drawn; seems a bit extreme, but necessary at the same time. The first time I went I noticed a sign on the abortion clinic that read, “Good Women Have Abortions.” To say that this bothered me is an understatement. I have seen it time and time again in my head and now 3 times in person; it’s haunting me to say the least. I stand firm on my belief that ABORTION IS WRONG! I do not agree with women having the option to kill a child that they willingly laid down and made; I realize they might not have laid down with that intention, but we all know how babies come to be and we also know how to prevent that. People might say what if she was raped? What if it’s incest? What if the baby has a fatal birth defect and won’t survive anyway? What if, what if what if?!? You can take any sin and justify it with the “what if’s” of this world and make it seem right; abortion is being used for birth control when there are many other options out there and it’s wrong. I have previously stated that there are some “grey” areas where abortion is concerned and I would like to elaborate on that. I have never been raped so I cannot speak for those girls that are cursed with a pregnancy as a result of being raped; I can say that there are couples out there dying for a healthy baby and can’t have one; they would love to take her curse and make it their blessing. I have never been in a position to carry a child from an incestuous “relationship” or “rape” and I cannot begin to imagine that nightmare; again, there are people that could benefit from the sacrifice of 40 weeks of this woman’s life. I can say that I have been faced with having to carry a child to full term, knowing far in advance that he would not live, unless God chose to perform a miracle; had I CHOSEN to abort my son, I would have missed out on one of the greatest blessings of my life. Doctors will present abortion as the easy way, the right way and will push it as the ONLY way to handle a pregnancy like that. I would now like to get around to the “grey” area of abortion. When we were first presented with abortion as our option for Thomas my first question to Dr. Sherman (who was not pushing for termination) and Dr. Reiter (who saw termination as the ONLY smart option) was, “am I in harms way?” What if they had said, “you could die carrying him to term”? What would I have done? Would I have made the same decision? Would I know what decision to make? I don’t know what would have happened!! I have said many times that one of the blessings I received in such a turmoil filled time of my life, was not having to choose my life over my child’s life. I was blessed with an easy decision! Carrying Thomas, knowing that he would die, was one of the hardest things I have had to do. Throwing up daily until the day he was born, gaining unwanted weight, losing sleep, feeling fatigued all day long, and ultimately major surgery to remove him from my body; all part of having a child, but seem so unfair when you know your child will ultimately pass away. I can honestly say, without a doubt in my mind, THAT was the easy road. I do not question myself, I do not struggle with the “what ifs”, I do not beat myself up nightly for killing my child, I do not have one single regret where the life of Thomas is concerned and for that I’m grateful. If Dr. Sherman would have said to me, “you will likely die if you choose to carry this baby”, I DO NOT know how I would have handled myself. I have a son here that needs me, I have a husband here that needs me, I have many reasons to live; how does a woman make that decision? Many Christians would say, “rely on God and allow His will to be done”, that’s very easy to say when you’re not sitting in the hot seat; I am a Christian, but I am also well aware that things are not always so black and white. I no longer live for ME, I have people that count on me day in and day out that need me; had I been faced with that, I don’t really want to know how I would have handled myself. That is the only “grey” area of abortion for me, and area that I pray I never have to encounter, outside of that; there are other options available.

I know women that have had abortions. I know their hearts. I know they do have regrets and they have beaten themselves up for years because of a choice they made so long ago. I also know they are GOOD women, good women that made a terrible choice. So many girls / women don’t realize they have other options. They might think that carrying a baby that’s the result of something as traumatic as a rape is too hard. They can’t see that this is a decision they must live with forever and answer for on judgment day. We are blessed enough to serve a forgiving God and He can see our hearts. I would venture to say simply asking God for forgiveness doesn’t offer instant peace in our own hearts and minds. Take a girl, scared to death, doesn’t know that there are other options, doesn’t realize how quickly the rest of her pregnancy will pass and she can place her child up for adoption so that child can be a blessing and grow up to make their parents proud one day, and just wants a quick fix to this situation she finds herself in; a sign that reads, “Good Women Have Abortions” could easily be that extra little shove she needs to make that life altering horrific decision. If they insist on this particular sign, maybe it should read, “Good Women Have Abortions, now brace yourself because you’re embarking on the worst nightmare of your life”, maybe then I wouldn’t feel as offended as I do now because the sign would be accurate! Yes, even good women have abortions, but I guarantee those good women would NOT be spokes people/advocates for the Pro-Choice or Pro-Abortion movement. Every decision we make comes with consequences and I do not think less of those that have seen this as their ONLY option when, in fact, there were other options. We all have times in our lives where we’re lost and confused; I have an issue with this sign because it is a bully. This sign targets the weak and hopeless all for the almighty dollar. Sick!

This clinic has not always been well known for performing abortions, even though that’s always been their line of work, they go by the name “Whole Woman’s Health of Beaumont”; very deceiving if you ask me. Their website is http://wholewomanshealth.com/ and you will find this at the top, “Whole Woman’s Health. Changing the World, One Woman at a Time.” Nice, huh?! Satan has come to steal, kill and destroy and the way he does that is through manipulation and pure deception.

The address of this clinic is:

440 N. 18^th Street Suite A

Beaumont, Texas 77707

I’m not giving out this information so that you will go egg or paintball their establishment and I’m certainly not giving it out so people will give them any positive feedback or, God forbid, business. I want people to be aware of this location because it might be an area of conviction for you and you might just pray over this place and each person that enters it, even their employees.

January 13, 2011 / BIG NEWS......

January 12, 2012 – Learning to Trust Again…..

By the time I got to my computer this morning and turned it on I wasn’t really geared up for reading devotionals; I’m so glad I went ahead and fought the urge to delete it! The title of this morning’s devotion was “Learning to Trust Again” and I felt it just might speak to me. Then Jesus said, “Did I not tell you that if you believe, you will see the glory of God?” John 11:40. This was the opening verse of my Proverbs 31 Ministries devotion and it was so fitting at this very moment.

I have been walking through the last few days in fear, sprinkled with a little bit of doubt. I am at a point where I know that God is bigger than life, I know that His plan will prevail no matter how much I worry about things and I know that He has a plan for my family. After Thomas passed away I felt an indescribable peace, one that only comes from Heaven, but I also had an unwanted grasp on the fact that MY plans will not ever be carried out, only God’s plans will be carried out and that leaves me feeling a tad bit helpless. I am a person that loves to hold the reins, I love to know how things will play out and when I cannot “fix” things it upsets me greatly; turning my life over to God in the literal sense is not easy for me. I struggle with this daily, I struggle with letting go of the things I have zero control over and saying, “okay God, do Your thing”. I have never felt betrayed by God, I have always recognized Thomas’ life as God’s will and a life that changed the lives of people I will never meet, I have questioned God’s reasoning but never doubted His love for me; it’s time for the ultimate test of my faith. Drum roll please……We are going to have another baby!

How I handle these next several months will show me where I am in my faith in God and here is why; I’M SCARED TO DEATH! I think it’s only natural that we have some serious reservations going into this pregnancy, but at the same time I have to rely on the same God that has gotten me so far in this past year, to get me through this season as well. It’s so easy for us to tell other’s “just trust in God, He has a plan for you”, “God doesn’t give us more than we can handle” and my least favorite of them all, “if God brings you to it, He will bring you through it”. I think people say these things for many reasons, but when you’re walking on the hot coals yourself, they’re less than comforting! I know that God has a plan, but this is how I think; God also had a plan for Thomas, what if he has that same plan for this baby? What if we get more bad news? What if I miscarry? What if this baby is born with severe handicapping conditions? What if, what if, what if! I know that all parents go through this to an extent, but when you’ve gone through something like we’ve gone through; it’s magnified to the point of intense discomfort. Aaron is surprisingly positive and overly excited; I’m surprisingly realistic, somewhat pessimistic and cautiously excited; our roles have reversed! I need to let go of the fears and just know that God has got this and He knows what is best for our lives; everything He does is based on His love for us. God does allow us to walk through the valley and then uses that for spiritual growth; I feel like I have grown and now I am ready for my mountaintop!

We have a few fun facts about this pregnancy:

• ·       I took the first test, that was FAINTLY positive, the day before Aaden’s birthday.
• ·       I had blood work done on Aaden’s birthday.
• ·       We received confirmation from Dr. Sherman the day after Aaden’s birthday.
• ·       We will be 19 weeks into this pregnancy on Thomas’ birthday, we found out at 19 weeks that Thomas was “incompatible with life”, that makes this a significant marker.
• ·       This baby is due the day after my birthday.

I can already see God’s hands all over this pregnancy and I am praying it all works out this time around! I am informing everyone so early because we NEED your prayers. There are some things that I want to ask that you specifically pray for where this pregnancy is concerned.

• ·       First and foremost, please pray for the health of this baby!!!
• ·       Please pray for mine and Aaron’s sanity and honestly, the sanity of our family and close friends.
• ·       Please pray for Dr. Sherman and her staff.
• ·       Please pray that we are able to rely on God throughout this entire 9 months and never lose faith in His purpose for our lives.
• ·       Please pray that we make all the right decisions where prenatal testing is concerned.

Thank you all for your ongoing support for the last year; there will be more to this story!

It's time for the one year anniversaries....here goes nothing.....

January 10, 2012 – Let the one year anniversaries begin…..

January 5, 2012 marked the one year anniversary of us finding out that our son was “incompatible with life”, it was the first time I was faced with the decision of “terminating a pregnancy” or allowing God full control of our situation, it was the one year anniversary of a life shattering event that, at that moment in time, I never saw even the tiniest light at the end of a dreadful death filled tunnel. I felt, without a doubt in my mind, that I would be sad for the rest of my life, I would cry every day for the rest of my life, I would hurt physically, because my emotional pain had turned to physical pain, for the rest of my life, I would have to rely on others to carry me through every single day for the rest of my life and ultimately I would have to put on a fake smile for the rest of my life and pretend that I wasn’t dying inside.  January 5, 2012 is the first of many anniversaries, and I think we handled it very well.

This day rolls around, January 10^th, and I couldn’t stop myself from reading my blog post from January 10, 2011 just to show myself how far I had come; without a doubt, one of the most refreshing things I’ve ever done. I woke up in the strangest fashion today, was walking around with a loaded pistol before 6:00 AM and had the cops at my door before 6:30. Without going into a ton of detail, I woke up to the sound of someone walking on my roof, in the pitch black, at 5:45, and in the rain; strange to say the least. We later found out, because he left his ladder on the side of my house, that it was a guy that had given us a quote on replacing a piece of siding; he felt 5:45, in the rain was the best time to stomp across someone’s roof, unannounced; I feel that’s also the best way to get shot! I am quite proud of myself for being able to load my gun and stand in fear in my entryway until Aaron got home from work; it’s progress in the world of self-defense! We live in a very safe neighborhood and I’m pleased to announce that it is still very safe, just not safe from idiot repairmen!

I have been looking forward to, and dreading this day for several weeks; my baby boy turned four! He has been very excited about this birthday, so excited that I had to make him a countdown chain so he would stop asking me every single morning if it was his birthday yet. Because of the not so bright repair man, Aaron ended up with the day off and we were able to wake the birthday boy up together; hated that my morning started out that way, but at least his daddy got to be a part of everything. He woke up in the best mood, couldn’t wait to start his day because he was now FOUR! I had filled the living room with balloons and decorations, batman themed of course, and when he saw all of it he just lit up! His first response was something along the lines of giving the “elf” credit for it; I quickly corrected him because that stupid elf got credit for all the other cool things that happened for a solid month, mommy was taking credit this time! Aaron cooked him the breakfast of his choosing, cinnamon rolls, and I was able to rush through getting myself ready because we were running extremely late; again, thank you vinyl siding repairman. Aaden came in the bathroom at one point and said, “I’m four now, I can’t see you anymore.” Um, ok. I of course started play crying and saying I didn’t want him to be four; he loves it when I tell him I want him to stay my baby because he can then argue with me that he has to grow up. As we headed to his school he says, “I’m going to miss you while we’re at school.” I knew it! He will always be my baby, no matter what!

I dropped him off at school with his handmade batman shirt on, thank you Jessica Leavins for that one, his Batman ribbon on that said, “Birthday Hero”, and his batman cupcakes that I butchered until 11:00 last night; he was proud of them and that’s all that matters. I stuck his Batman cape in his backpack just in case he felt the urge to take things to the extreme for the day. I love having one day each year that is truly about him!

In true Holly Bush fashion, I waited until the last minute to buy his birthday gift; I always assume that Toys R Us will just have exactly what I want, when I want it; I should really cut that out. He had his heart set on a Spiderman bike, a big kid one, and we were determined to get it for him. I had sent Aaron to the store last night to pick it up and they informed him that they only had the floor model left; sheesh! I had given him strict instructions not to purchase the floor model and now that’s all they have left. Long story short, he had to go back, on his surprise day off, and purchase the floor model so that the kid would be a happy birthday boy! The bike was a hit, he likes to just stand in the garage and look at it.

My sweet boy sleeping his last night as a 3 year old! 

This is him saying, "I'm four", which we heard all day long, as did perfect strangers!

Wrecking shop....

Is what this kid does best! 

King of the party at school! I'm so blessed to have a teacher that understands my need for pictures and she'll take them with my camera! Thanks Mrs. Brown, you ROCK! 

This is him saying, "there's a bike in there!"

My big kid with a goofy grin

This is how he spent the afternoon....

He's not praying....just checking on his light before heading to dinner

This is how he behaved while we sang to him....nice huh?!

I look terrible, but this is us! 

We capped the night off with a fabulous dinner with our family and a couple of close friends; what a lucky kid I have and we are some truly blessed parents. I have included my blog from exactly a year ago, if you have time on your hands and would like to see the way that God can pull you out of the pits of despair and dump you into a life filled with love and happiness, you should give it a read!

01-10-11 / Aaden’s 3^rd Birthday! JUST ONE SHORT YEAR AGO..........

Morning

Today is proof of the rollercoaster I am on. I was supposed to go back to work today and felt so good about it yesterday; woke up this morning on the downhill side of the horror of it all. It’s like yesterday was the part of a rollercoaster where you’re gliding along and actually enjoying yourself, you know, before your stomach is forced into your throat by the inevitable instant drop. Last night was the part where you’re slowing ticking up the highest incline you’ve ever been on, as you slowly reach the peak you’re full of anxiety about what’s in store. Today I’m on the part where you’ve lost all control of your own voice because you’re screaming like an idiot as you speed down the scariest, steepest drop of your life.

I woke up around 4ish this morning to go hug Aaron before he left for work, which I never do because I love my sleep and I’m too selfish to get up to tell him goodbye; things felt ok, not great but ok. I knew he was dreading going to work the same as I was and I was just glad I got to crawl back in bed for one more hour to snuggle up to my sweet birthday boy before having to really face the music. I got back up at 5:00 to begin my morning routine of getting ready for work and Aaden was having no part of it, he kept crying out and I’d have to go back in there to comfort him back to sleep. Then it hit me, I was going to have to walk out the door without Aaron right by my side, I was going to have to face people alone and I began to lose all control of myself. It never dawned on me that Aaron and I entering our separate worlds without each other would be yet another mountain to climb. The more I thought about it the more I realized that I physically could not face people without him, my body physically will not allow walk out of the house without a support system; what am I going to do? I don’t think we really realized how much we had been leaning on each other until today and I have completely lost my footing. The last time I went back in the room to get Aaden back to sleep he grabbed onto me like a baby monkey does to his mama and I just lost it. Today is supposed to be my favorite day of the year, the day I celebrate Aaden coming into our lives and changing us forever. Instead, I’m focusing on my own weakness and can’t seem to snap out of it. So I just held him nose to nose and made the wise decision that I wasn’t ready to return to work just yet. I text Judy letting her know that I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t even get half way through applying my makeup without sobbing and having to start all over. She told me that it was ok if I couldn’t do it today and that if I wanted to bring Aaden with me when I came back she and Mr. Smith both felt that was a good idea. My parents have both offered to go with me on my first day back too, now this is the true image of what I’ve become; like a kindergarten kid on her first day of school, not so strong. I can’t be thankful enough for my work family. I have a boss that loves me enough to allow me the time I need off and wants me to do whatever I need to do to make my first day back as easy as possible. I have coworkers that check on me daily and genuinely love me, I’ve never had this in a job before and I could never thank them enough for understanding and encouraging my absence until I’m ready to handle being back. So now that my boy has had to spend his birthday with a sad mommy I have had to ask my parents to come take us to Chuck E Cheese, my least favorite place on earth, so that he can have some real fun on his big day. I feel pathetic thinking I can’t even work up enough courage to take my favorite person in the whole world to do something fun without someone going with me. I long for this part to end. Now that he’s done cleaning his sister’s room that he destroyed this morning I will put on my happy face and get us both dressed for some much needed fun. Bless his heart; he thinks Santa’s coming to his house for his birthday; still not sure how to handle that one.

Evening

My parents finally got here and we were able to take Aaden to Chuck E Cheese where my mom bought him 95 coins and the guy at the counter decided to give him 10 bonus ones since it was his birthday; considering each thing takes one coin we can all conclude that he had far too many coins. There are so many little things I love about that kid, the main one being that he is who he is and what you see is what you get; I love his pure soul and outspoken nature that, at times, can bring some parental embarrassment. Another thing I love about him is that he’s cheap! I got so much pleasure out of watching him insist on sitting on one of the games, putting his coin in, spinning the steering wheel a few times then getting up to move on to the next game before he had even started the one he was sitting at. After watching him do this several times I knew that technically I could bring him into Chuck E Cheese and allow him to play on everything for free. He didn’t care about winning the game, for that matter he didn’t care about playing the game; he just wanted to touch all of it at least once. Our favorite thing to do as his parents is to just watch him in action. We love watching him when he doesn’t know he’s being watched; that trip to my least favorite place on earth turned my day around. He knows he’s the center of our world, he would climb to the very top of the play place and get to a window and yell, “hello” really loud, smiling so big and waving; he couldn’t see any of us but he knew one of us would be somewhere close enough to hear him and he wanted to make sure we were looking at him. Needless to say, there were coins to spare, 105 coins for one little boy is just a few too many.

As I’ve sat here and gone through some of my previous emails that I read while my brain was so hazy and some new ones too I’ve realized the magnitude of the situation I’m living in. Our family is loved by so many, some that know us and some we’ve never met. I had no idea that perfect strangers would be emailing us and offering condolences, love, support, prayers and even services. I had a lady email me from Tyler today that I’ve never met and never heard of, offering to set me up with a photographer from the Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep organization. If you’re not familiar with this organization, it’s a group of photographers with amazing hearts that offer free services to families in our situation. They will come to the hospital and photograph our first moments with him down to our last moments with him; this allows us to focus our everything on him. She then said if she wasn’t able to get that set up for me she would be honored to take the photographs herself; she’s not a photographer but she felt moved to offer that to my family. I don’t know that I would be so strong to offer something like that to a family I’ve never laid eyes on. I won’t need any of those services because my friend Lee-Ann wasted no time in emailing me saying she wanted to do this for us. Lee-Ann is a photographer that I met many years ago. I took Kamryn, for those that don’t know, she is my stepdaughter, to Sears for her 6-month pictures and Lee-Ann was the “picture girl” we had that day. She has since gone on to open up her own photography business called Through God’s Eyes Photography and I can’t think of a better label to be stamped on the first and last pictures of our little angel. I finally worked up the courage to talk to her about it today, and she will not only be at the hospital but she will photograph his memorial service as well. Anyone that knows me knows how I love my pictures, this is a gift that she could never put a price tag on; I offered to pay her and she simply won’t accept. Thank God I took Kamryn in for those pictures 4 years ago and thank God for Lee-Ann; this is one less thing I have to plan.

Many of the emails I get from friends and strangers alike point out that we serve a healing God; they are right. People keep pointing out that earthly physicians have so much knowledge and so much experience but the final say is always the Lord’s. I couldn’t agree more. We hesitate to pray for healing at this point and I want to share the reason why. We know that God can heal, if that is the desire of His heart; we are also aware that God’s will is what must be done here. This is my prayer; that God’s will is done and through that he will hold us in his arms like His little babies and comfort us. I feel that if I pray hours on end for healing I will begin to expect that my son will be healed, it’s only human nature. As humans we are very quick to take what we want to happen and call it God’s will instead of accepting God’s will and finding peace in His decisions for our lives. I don’t want to do that. As a mommy praying for healing over her child that is going to die, this would only give my human heart false hope of his survival. Instead, we have chosen to pray for God’s will and along with that pray that God will use our baby’s organs to allow him to live here on earth through someone else’s child as well as in heaven. As I was lying next to my birthday boy this morning, because he sleeps smack dab in the middle of Aaron and I, I could feel his heart pounding against me; my mind started running wild. What if I had never been given Aaden? What if he had been born with a heart defect that took his life from me and there were no parents out there willing to give life from their child that was destined to die? Then I started thinking of how maybe one day there will be a mom lying next to her birthday baby feeling my son’s heart pounding in her child’s chest; how wonderful would that be? I know that she would think of my baby boy every time she found joy in her baby. These are not easy thoughts to have but my thoughts nonetheless. If God sees fit to provide us with a medical miracle then you will be reading all about that too; I cannot even wrap my mind around the joy we will feel. If he doesn’t then we have taken this time to accept that our baby is not ours to keep. I pray that tomorrow is different; I pray that I’m able to get through my morning without sobbing and get myself to work. If I can’t make it tomorrow then I will continue to pray for these things until I am strong enough to walk out the door on my own to attend to my life.