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Not Every Woman is as Strong as I Am

…one of many myths about pro-life women…

We’ve been called hypocrites, religious zealots, heartless, and ignorant all because we believe that life begins at conception.  While there is no shortage of scientific theories that will attempt to make abortion and embryonic research more palatable by suggesting that each life begins at a different stage of development and that there are many nuances, etc., the fact is that life begins at conception.   This thinking is not uniquely religious.

We have been told, “Not all women are as strong as you are.”   We don’t think we are all that strong.  In fact, we know we are weak.  We have also been told that we have never been put in a position of being forced to have a baby so we cannot understand.   In reality, what you will find among the throngs of pro-life women are countless stories about high risk pregnancy, complicated childbirth, infertility, miscarriage, fetal diagnosis, teen pregnancy,  and abortion regrets.   All of us have struggled with the fear and uncertainty that besets the facts of our biology.   So, while no one has ever “forced” us to have a baby,  we have all been in the position where our choices were limited because of our religious convictions and our scientific understanding of when life begins.

Here is my story.

I didn’t start my family until I was in my 30’s.  It wasn’t long into my adventure in baby making that I became known as AMA, aka Advanced Maternal Age.  This happens when a woman turns 35 and has the audacity to want to have a child.  All risks are suddenly on the table.  You are given blood test results that tell you your odds of having a sickly baby or developing multiple pregnancy complications.  You are treated to long faces and somber tones.  I remember I got a call one Friday afternoon just as all medical offices were going to close.  It went something like this: “Hi, we got your test results and the numbers are high risk for such and such.  We have scheduled a consultation with a genetic counselor who will talk to you about amniocentesis and your options first thing Monday morning.  We have also contacted the high risk maternal fetal office and you have an appointment for a full scan on Tuesday.”  I don’t remember what I did that weekend.

When Monday rolled around, I decided to cancel the genetic counseling because I did not see the point in an amniocentesis when I was going to have this baby no matter what.   I felt strong for some reason.  I found strength I never knew I had.  It wasn’t mine.  When I went for my regularly scheduled ultrasounds to look for “markers,” I developed the habit of telling doctors and nurses and technicians that I take my babies “as is” so don’t talk to me like we are at a funeral.  I began to look forward to the ultrasounds so I could get a peak at my baby.  I was no longer afraid of what they would find.   As it turned out, all my kids were healthy and the tests and anxiety they caused were the only complications I faced.

I had my last two babies in my 40’s.  And, I had the same experience with the phone calls, the recommendations, the high risk numbers, the long faces, the somber tones, etc.  At that time, I did some reading about being pregnant in your 40’s.  I discovered that babies conceived by women in their 40’s are babies at high risk for abortion.  More than 25% of all pregnancies of women in their 40’s ends in abortion.  And this statistic reveals a sharp increase among women in my generation over previous generations.

Discouraged, I decided to consult my communion of saints and I met Gianna.  Saint Gianna Beretta Molla.  I had never heard of her but before I read her story, I totally grabbed her name for my soon-to-be-born baby.  Then, I was humbled and reduced to tears by her story.   She was a forty year old mother of three children and a pediatrician who was offered the choice of an abortion or a hysterectomy to save her life.  The hysterectomy was an option that would have been acceptable in the eyes of the Catholic Church.  The procedure would have taken care of the tumor that she had, but, it would have resulted in the unintended consequence of the loss of her daughter.  Talk about Sophie’s choice!  She could not do that.  She gave birth to her baby and died shortly after of peritonitis.

I pray to God that I never have to face that choice.  I know I am not that strong.  I may not be done with the baby making business, either.  Time will tell.  But, I hope and pray that if ever I am put in a life or death situation, I will always err on the side of choosing life.  Because every woman is just strong enough.

Therefore I am well content with weaknesses, with insults, with distresses, with persecutions, with difficulties, for Christ’s sake; for when I am weak, then I am strong. ~2 Corinthinas 12:10