Ann Caldwell, who later co-edited a book of women’s abortion stories, had an abortion and then worked in a clinic. She tells her story:
“I shall never forget the sounds of the suction machine, the odors of the medical room, or the harsh demeanor of the nurse. I cried uncontrollably for a day. I was very sad at the time, but I quickly buried it… Within several months, I was getting such poor grades in school that a professor told me, “Frankly, I don’t know how you got admitted to this university.” My slide lasted several years, despite the fact that my grades improved. I earned a Master’s degree, but my self-esteem was so poor that I spent three years dating a guy who was addicted to drugs.
To earn money to pay my tuition, I worked every Saturday and Wednesday at the local abortion center. The money was great, and I knew what to tell the girls to expect. I passed out birth-control pills, explained what would happen, and even held their hands during the procedure. The sights and sounds were very familiar to me. Once the doctor asked if I wanted to watch the procedure, which I thought would be interesting… It was so unforgettable, gruesome, and shocking that I could no longer keep my pain buried.
Meeting and marrying my husband was the beginning of my healing. I was so sure that God would punish me for my abortion by not letting us have children that I was impatient to start a family. My first pregnancy was spent awake at night in tears, sobbing over the lost baby, over my own sin, and over the agony my aborted child endured.”
Wendy Williams, Ann Caldwell Empty Arms: More Than 60 Life-Giving Stories of Hope from the Devastation of Abortion (Chattanooga, Tennessee: Living Ink Books, 2005) 136 – 137
In addition to the pro-life book, Caldwell helped establish the National Memorial for the Unborn.Share on Facebook