"The fetus was 5 weeks old when I found out I was pregnant. I turned my head away from the image on the ultrasound. When the nurse told me I was pregnant, I told myself my life was over. This was not part of my plan. I scheduled an abortion the following Thursday at Planned Parenthood, two days after finding out. The night before the abortion, I allowed myself to place my hand on my stomach. I felt a deep sadness come over me. Then ravaging tears that brought me to my knees. Thursday morning, I dialed my best friend. She told me God does not make mistakes. This was no longer a fetus. It was a baby.
Three weeks later I moved back home and we were engaged on December 22. Two days later, on Christmas Eve, I received a call from the nurse with the blood test results. We were having a girl but she was positive for Turner’s Syndrome. I Googled the term: 95 percent miscarriage rate, heart defects, kidney problems, short stature, inability to conceive… the list goes on. The ravaging tears were back. We met with the genetics counselor and she asked if we were considering abortion. The answer was NO. I was labeled a high-risk pregnancy, bound to weekly doctor visits. Every day we were down on our knees praying. Parents and close friends, too. Each week, a waiting room filled with bellies just like mine. Babies we were told to discard. Just 16 weeks and 1 day after saying ‘I Do,’ to my husband, I was induced. At 3:05pm the following day, Stella Grace pushed her way into this world. Screaming out her beautiful cry for life. The doctors again ran the tests. She was 5 pounds 15 ounces and 100 percent Turner’s Syndrome FREE!"