The Abortion Factory

For my first D&C I went to the hospital emergency room. It was a full on hospital and surgery experience, with drip in my arm and waking up in recovery and nurses and all sorts of care.

For the second one I went to a gynecology clinic I have later renamed "The Abortion Factory". The experience was much more of a routine in-and-out affair. Not much fuss was made, I never saw the doctor that carried out the procedure and Dwayne drove me home minutes after I'd woken up.

That's all well and good I suppose. What bothered me was sitting in the waiting area beforehand, and studying the handful of other women waiting to be seen. They were all young, late teens or early 20's maybe, and all waiting either with a tattooed boyfriend of a chain smoking mother. And I got the distinct feeling that they were all there by choice, they were all removing healthy pregnancies because they'd fallen pregnant by mistake.

I am not judging, I am entirely pro choice and I could very easily have been one of those girls at many points in my life (although my mother didn't smoke). But still. It did feel terribly unfair to sit there with a very much wanted but unfortunately "non-viable" pregnancy, watching other people willingly getting rid of perfectly good ones.