"I am a
33 year old Swazi woman and I had an abortion 12 years ago.
I remember
the first time I suspected that I was pregnant. I was finding hard to wake up
in the morning and even harder to keep my eyes open after lunch. A friend
suggested I do a pregnancy test. I was so young (21) and scared of being
judged. So I decided to have a blood test done at the clinic. The doctor that
attended to me was a good friend of mine, so that made things easier. He to a
blood sample and carried out an HIV test as well.
I went
back a few days letter to get the results; negative for HIV and positive for
bun in the oven. That was the scariest exciting news I’d ever had. The next bit
was telling the father of the baby that I was expecting a baby. We agreed to
meet and when I told him I was pregnant, he immediately announced that I had to
get rid of “it”. We argued about it, I even told him not to call me any
more.
How
foolish I was to think I could wish someone away and feel nothing when I next
saw him again. He came by and tried to “reason” with me. The sad thing is
everything he said seemed to make sense. I was planning to leave for Europe at
the end of that year and a baby would not make that possible. He was not ready
to have a baby and I had my future to build.
I
eventually gave in to pressure and we drove to a Marie Stopes International Clinic in South
Africa to have the abortion done. I remember talking with the father of the
baby; he asked me why I wanted to keep the baby. I told him that “it” was a
part of me and him put together to make a beautiful gift.
I remember
walking into the room for the procedure to be done. I’d been given medication
to take to “open” the cervix. When I walked in to the room, I was internally
horrified to see that the doctor carrying out the procedure was a scary looking
man with tribal scars on his face. The nurse at his side, glared at me as I
climbed onto the bed. Next to the bed was a bucket. I was told to relax while the doctor
did what he needed to do. The first pain I felt was when the suction tool was
inserted into to me. It was as if someone was tearing into my flesh. The next
pain was when he started to jab it (the suction tool) in and out of my womb. I
thought the pain would never end. I wanted to scream, but the lady in the room
next to mine was already screaming for both of us. It felt like it would never
end. I can still hear the noise the machine makes when it sucks out your unborn
child. I was 9 weeks pregnant; the baby would have been born in April 2000.
I walked
out of there feeling so sad; it’s a sadness I have never ever been able to get
over. Today I have two beautiful children. The eldest alive child was born in July
and the last born in April - 11 years after that horrible abortion. I have
learnt that I would have been better off having the baby than having the
endless heart ache. The smell of the clinic never leaves your nostrils. The
sounds never leave your mind. It’s a road I would NEVER recommend anyone to go
through. I have prayed for forgiveness and know
that God has forgiven me. But I am still struggling with the idea of
forgiving myself. No one should wear the shoes I walk in daily."
(published in The Swazi Observer, 23rd January 2013)
(published in The Swazi Observer, 23rd January 2013)
This true account is the first I've been able to collect from sources. I have left her words unedited, to better preserve her unique voice. Thank you to Aunty A, and her brave beautiful client who spoke up about this terrible experience. I desperately hope that other women and girls would be encouraged to seek godly counselling and find real healing and peace from a life-long hurt.
Love, Ruth xx