Crouching in the darkness of my basement huddled with my four children, I would think of the many hopes and dreams that I had for us. While happiness seemed impossible, I wanted to hold onto something other than the pain, emotional and physical, that we endured each day. Unfortunately, the reality was that my life consisted only of the four dark walls that hid us from abuse, and the many tears that made a permanent home on my pillow.
My heart broke when I learned I was pregnant again, as I feared bringing another life into the horrors of my unstable home. While I did not want an abortion, I felt as though it was my only option. I scheduled the procedure, forgetting that I had previously made another appointment on the same day at the same time for my first ultrasound.
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