Mother of twins conceived in rape: “I love them with all my heart”

Andrea Villegas, mother of twins conceived during rape:

“My story is a bit sad. I was drugged and raped almost two years ago, and a few days later I realized that I was pregnant. It was very traumatizing, but I decided to get ahead with my baby who was not to blame for anything (so I didn’t know there were two). Three months later, after an ultrasound, the doctor told me: there are two, so I felt that the world was coming over me once more. I didn’t know how I was going to do from that moment and once again, I gathered up courage and thought that God had a very important purpose for me and my children. I have lived the most wonderful moments next to these little ones who have already turned one year old. I do not regret anything. It wasn’t the prettiest way they came into my life, but here they are always inspiring me to get ahead and to not give up, just for them. Sara and Ezequiel are the most wonderful thing that has come to my life and I love them with all my heart.”

Andrea Villegas, mother of twins after a rape, from Spanish division of Save the 1, Salvar El 1.

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Man tried to talk partner out of abortion, was in mourning 32 years later

A man named Karl Locker tried to convince his partner not to abort his baby, but in the end gave in and drove her to the abortion clinic. He says:

“I tried everything, I offered to marry her, to take the baby myself, or to offer it up for adoption. She said she could never give her child up for adoption – it didn’t make cognitive sense…

I didn’t know how I was going to survive; I wasn’t going to jump off a bridge, but I probably would have drank myself to death. I’ve thought about what happened every day for the last 32 years.”

Eventually married another woman and had a family.

The men who feel left out of US abortion debate” BBC News August 28, 2019

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Father mourns after wife aborts their son against his will

Post-abortion father Kevin Albin tells his story:

“We had been together for a year and a half when she found out that she was eight weeks pregnant. At the time, we were both happy, and I thought at first that things were going to get better now that we were expecting a baby. Over the next several weeks, we began talking about what we would need. I had started making plans for a nursery, and we started buying things for the baby! She was just as excited as me. At about the 19th week, just seven days away from hopefully finding out the sex of the baby, things took a drastic change.

She went to a party at her family’s house that I did not go to with her because I was working. A few days later, out of nowhere, she comes to me and says she has decided she is killing our baby (obviously, that is not what she said, but because of my strong stance, this is what I believe abortion is, especially this far into the pregnancy) and that I had no say whatsoever in the matter.

For the next week, I pleaded with her. I begged her to let me adopt the child, but she refused to listen. She wanted me to take her to the procedure. I said no, and I began to pray that she would change her mind or chicken out. Two days later, she came back home and said it was over and that “it was a boy.”

I was so enraged that I told her we were through, and I gave her 24 hours to get out … I just could not face her without seeing what she did…. It took me a very long time to even forgive her, and, of course, by that time, it was too late. I never really had a chance to get closure and find out what made her change her mind out of the blue….

[T]here is not a day that goes by that I do not grieve for my lost son… In most cases, abortion advocates scream that men do not have an argument in the fight, that we have absolutely no say because we are just ‘sperm donors’ according to their logic.

The reality is that men feel an immense amount of pain as well, and we hold on to our own fair share of demons, whether it was our decision or not…There are so many fathers I talk to who have felt lost because they feel they have no rights and would do anything to hold on to their child.”

Kevin Albin “My Experience With Abortion And Its Effects” Human Defense March 22, 2019

19 week preborn baby
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Abortion worker describes abortion as “a woman’s pain”

A man whose partner had an abortion called the clinic to ask about counseling for them  both:

“The receptionist told me when I phoned [the abortion clinic], and asked if counseling was available: “It’s the woman’s pain, and not the man’s, so you can’t get any counseling here, even if you wanted… Unless your partner is willing to have you sit in, while she is being counseled.”

Arthur B Shostak, Gary McLouth, Lynn Seng Men and Abortion: Lessons, Losses, and Love (New York, NY: Praeger, 1984)  244

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Actor convinces couple not to have abortion

Eduardo Verastegui, who starred in the movie Bella, told the following story:

“I decided to go to an abortion center to see if I could learn more about what women think and feel when faced with a crisis pregnancy and considering abortion.

I arrived that morning, and quickly forgot about the film. I was in shock when I saw all these young ladies – 15, 16, 17-year old girls – going into the abortion center with those sad faces, with those tears. It broke my heart, especially since I was not trained to help.

Then I saw a small group of people outside, trying to convince these girls not to do it, not to have an abortion. I went up and told them, ‘I’m here to help.’

Next thing you know, a lady came to me from the group and said, ‘You know what? This couple is here for an abortion and they don’t speak English. Do you want to talk to them?’ I jumped – Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay (Oh my gosh!) – what am I gonna say… I didn’t want to sound like I didn’t know what to say…so I said, ‘Sure…I’ll help’

Next thing you know, this couple was in front of me – a very, very poor couple from Mexico. They didn’t speak English – but they asked, ‘Are you Eduardo from the telenovelas?’ ‘Yes, I’m Eduardo…’ and that began our unforgettable conversation“We ended up talking for 45 minutes – about life, about faith, about Mexico, about their dreams, about their jobs – about everything. I gave them a little teddy bear and a little carriola (stroller) – and the woman started crying. I also gave them my phone number and told them to call if they needed any help – then they left.

Soon after, I went to New York to film ‘Bella.’ Then, several months later, back in Los Angeles, I received a phone call from the man I met with the pregnant lady in front of the abortion center. He said, ‘Hello Eduardo – this is Javier, and I have great news. My boy was born yesterday! I want to ask your permission – I would like to name him Eduardo.’

I just put the phone down – I couldn’t even talk. It’s the most emotional thing I’ve ever done in my life. It changed my life.

It was beautiful. I went to the hospital to meet them and see the baby. A few weeks later, I was holding little Eduardito in my hands. It was beautiful.”

“Bella” star Eduardo Verastegui saves baby!” Advertising Supplement Vol. 14, 2008 ed.

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Glamour magazine forced to admit that mothers who conceived in rape love their children

Pro-choice Glamour magazine did an article where they interviewed women and their adult children conceived in rape. The writer wrote:

“It is a stunning fact of these stories that in each case, the mother was able to overcome her loathing for her rapist and instead find joy in her love for her child.”

Jennifer Braunschweiger “My Father Was a Rapist” Glamour August 1999, 251

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Sidewalk counselor discusses men he sees

Shawn Carney, who helped found 40 Days for Life, wrote about sidewalk counseling and seeing men go in and leave the abortion facilities:

“I’ve been watching fathers driving in and out of abortion facilities for over 10 years now, and my observation is that the body language of the fathers as they drive onto the abortion facility grounds is almost always that of defeat. They do not feel like men on that day.

No matter what their demeanor or attitude – stubborn, angry, determined, resigned, desperate, scared, controlling, sad – my encounters with these men over the years tell me they will eventually comprehend the gravity of what happened in that facility on that day. They will realize they fathered a child who was lost and that the role they played in the abortion leads to pain and regret for them as well as for their wives or girlfriends. Conventional wisdom tells us that abortion is just a women’s issue, something for the mother alone to deal with. I don’t believe that. I know from experience that the conscience of a father will, over time, bear the weight as well.”

David Bereit, Shawn Carney, Cindy Lambert, 40 Days for Life: True Stories from the Movement That Is Changing Hearts and Saving Lives One Prayer at a Time (Nashville, Tennessee: Capella Books, 2013) 104

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Pregnant rape victim traumatized by abortion

A woman who was raped and became pregnant describes her abortion:

“The clinic staff made me feel not only like I was on an assembly line, but if I stopped to look at information, or if I looked like I was scared, and/or having second thoughts, they became impatient. One nurse even raised her voice to me; like how dare I question her.

I barely whimpered — almost like a sad little kitten — and this woman berated me and made me feel so scared and lost…

Physically, the abortion hurt almost to the point [where] I was seeing little white spots on the ceiling and the operating room was beginning to softly spin…

I wanted to scream out, “No!!! Stop!!! You’re hurting me, and you’re killing my baby!!! Please stop!!!”

… Fourteen years later, and I still don’t know if it was a little boy or girl baby I aborted. I’ve often suspected “it” (my baby) was a girl …. I ache to hold my baby. And ache that I cannot.”

This testimony originally appeared on

Quoted in Sarah Terzo “Women pregnant by rape: Abortion ‘just added more layers of trauma’ Live Action News April 18, 2019

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Doctor “attacks” woman who wants to keep her baby with anencephaly

In a booklet meant to encourage women pregnant with disabled or sick babies choose life, Barb wrote about the pressure she came under to abort her son who had anencephaly:

Seven months into the pregnancy I was referred to the high-risk clinic. It was there where I was attacked by a doctor because I decided to keep the baby. My husband did not come with me, so I had nobody to defend me. The doctor basically told me that by keeping this baby I put myself in a great risk of having a lot of things go wrong. He even offered for me to abort that baby at that time. I cried so much when he was telling me this, but he did not seem to care. As I was driving home. I could not stop crying. How could somebody be so cruel? I couldn’t abort this baby. It was a gift from God even if only for a short time. I heard the heartbeat, I felt the movements, how could I just kill an innocent baby?

Bernadette Zambri Hope in Turmoil: A Guide for Decision-Making after Receiving a Difficult Prenatal Diagnosis Regarding Your Baby (2014)

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Young woman writes touching letter to her aborted siblings

The following was published at Human Defense, and is shared with their permission. 

15 year-old Chloe Kilano wrote this letter to her older brother and sister, who were killed by abortion. 

Megan and Matthew,

My sweetest big brother and sister. Words cannot describe how much I love and miss you. I’ve thought of countless things we would have experienced if you were here. You’ve been watching me, you know what I’ve been through; I constantly imagine what my life would have been like if you had been there to hold my hand through it all.

People often judge me for missing you; they ask me how it’s possible for me to miss people I’ve never even met. Truth be told, I don’t know who I’m grieving, and I think that makes it even more painful.

I constantly imagine who you would have been, what your personalities would have been like. It hurts to think about the possibilities. It hurts to think about what I missed out on.

I’m so sorry for all the times you’ve had to watch me cry over you; I’m sorry if you’ve ever felt responsible for my tears—you’re not. I cry because I wish you were here to dry them. I wish you had been here to dry the millions of tears I shed growing up.

I would give anything just to have you here for a moment. For a mere second, just to hold you in my arms and love you and hug you and know what it feels like to have a big brother and sister. And I don’t care what that moment would consist of.

Megan—we could be sitting in my bed watching a movie or I could be barging into your room and yelling at you for taking my stuff without asking me.

Matthew—I wish I could experience you catching me off guard and throwing me into a pool or having an overprotective and intimidating brother who irritates every fiber of my being. I don’t care what it is, I just want to know you for a second.

I pray for you all the time. I pray that God wouldn’t let you see my tears, but instead cover it up with the happier moments I experience.

I used to bargain with God—“If you give me my brother and sister back, I’ll never say another cuss word. I’ll never sin. I’ll never lie again. I’ll do whatever it is you want me to do, please, just give me my brother and sister back.” No words can emphasize how much I would give for a simple hug, a short moment. I’ve imagined those moments to try to fill the void of your presence, but nothing can.

I’m sorry for surviving the horrors of abortion, and I’m sorry that the both of you had to suffer through that. You didn’t deserve a single second of what that machine did to you. Of what a so-called “choice” did to you.

I would take the pain away from you in a heartbeat, without a single doubt. I’m sorry that you were aborted and I wasn’t.

Your lives are valuable beyond words; I do my best to tell your story so that you may live on through me, and to help other moms recognize the value of their own babies.

I’m sorry for the times when I’ve cried over you. I know you see it, and I know that you don’t want me to cry over you. I’m sorry in advance, because I know it’s going to happen again.

I pray for you all the time. I pray God would give you an extra hug or kiss on the cheek because I can’t. On my difficult days, I ask God to block your view on me so that you won’t see me struggling.

Everything I do is to praise Him and to honor your lives, I want nothing more than to follow His will and to make you proud of me. I hope you’re proud of the work I do—I do it all for the both of you (and for the moms and babies, of course).

I pray that He would love you a little extra sometimes, because I can’t. Living without you is so, indescribably painful. Sometimes I walk through the halls of my high school and think: “You would have gone here. You would have walked these halls.”

Sometimes I need advice and have nobody to turn to; it is in those moments that I miss you the most. I miss what I could have known. I miss the possibility of your light shining on our family.

I really hope you’re proud of me. I know I’ve made mistakes, but I fight every single day to make sure that no baby suffers what you both suffered. I try not to think about what you suffered. I fight to be their voice. I wish I could have been there and been your voice. I beat myself up for it every single day, for surviving when you didn’t.

I think about whether or not you suffered; and if you did, how much you suffered. Your lives were sacrificed so I could find my life in the Lord and I could pursue this work. I feel so guilty all of the time. I question why you didn’t survive and I feel so awful for surviving. I love you more than you know and I would do anything for you.

I’m sorry that nobody fought for you. I’m sorry that nobody thought you were important enough. You’re more than important enough. I grieve you every single day; next to God, you’re the most important aspect of my life. I remember the first time I got up on stage, ready to tell my story. You would’ve been in the back cheering me on, I know it. You would’ve done the same thing at my middle school graduation, ecstatic for me to finally leave the place that created me into someone who had suffered from depression. You would have made the depression less difficult; I would have had someone to trust and lean on. You would have told me what I could look forward to. In reality, in those moments, I felt like I had nothing to look forward to.

As I sit here and write this letter with tears streaming down my eyes, I wish I weren’t doing this. I wish I had never shed those countless tears. There used to be moments where I had wished I were sacrificed on the altar of choice instead of the both of you. I could keep going on and on, but just know this: I love you more than words can describe, and I’ll be united with you soon. Until then, I have to be here and try to save the babies that were just like you.

While I’m still here, I promise I’ll try to cry a little less because you’re not here now and smile a little more because God has a plan for me. I love you both so, so much. Rest peacefully and don’t worry about me.

Your lives were sacrificed. You both are gone, but your memory lives on through me. Rest assured, I will never stop fighting to honor your precious lives. You both will have two seats saved at my wedding and graduation. I will one day place a tombstone with your names on it next to our grandfather’s. I’ll go back and visit it every single year on August 2nd, the day you were aborted. My kids will know who you are. So will theirs. A photo of your ultrasound will be hung up in my office and in my home, to act as a reminder of the love I have for you, and to allow that love to push me through life’s obstacles.

Survivor’s guilt. Depression. Anxiety. Bullying. Separation. Loss. In my short 15 years on earth, I’ve experienced all of these things and more. But because of the Holy Spirit and the both of you, I was able to turn that pain into beauty. I’m able to use your lives to save the lives of others.

I love you so, incredibly, indescribably much—I’ll never be able to put it into words. I hope the tears I’m shedding as I write this letter give you some insight as to how much I love you, miss you, and just wish you were here. I think about you every single day, I don’t even think there’s an hour that goes by without me thinking about you.

I look forward to the day when I enter the gates of Heaven and, after meeting our Lord and basking in His Glory, seeing the both of you standing behind Him with open arms. I love you, I love you, I love you so so much. I’ll never forget about you and I promise to never stop fighting.

With abundant love,

Your little sister, Chloe

Note: Religious beliefs expressed in testimonies reflect the writer’s point of view and may not be endorsed by Clinicquotes. 

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