"I was sexually assaulted in July 2010. A few weeks later, my worst fears would be confirmed after I missed my period. I was pregnant. Eighteen and scared, I scheduled an appointment for an abortion.
Two days before my scheduled abortion, I found myself in the ER with violent pelvic pain. In my mind, I was hoping for a miscarriage or ectopic pregnancy diagnosis, anything to take the burden of my upcoming abortion off of me. Instead, what I got was my first ultrasound of the tiny life I was carrying inside me. On the screen, there was a tiny flickering; my baby’s heartbeat. At that moment I made my decision. I didn’t know how I was going to make it work, how I was going to handle becoming a single mother at the age of 18, but I knew I loved that flickering heartbeat more than I have ever loved anything.
My pregnancy continued, slowly but surely. I had multiple episodes of pre-term labor but in March of 2010, surrounded by my parents and closest friends, I gave birth to a beautiful little boy. I held that fragile little boy in my arms and cried. I was amazed that something so beautiful and innocent could come from such a terrible experience.
Fast forward seven years later, and that tiny precious babe is now in his first few months of first grade. The most asked question I always get pertaining to my story is, 'will you tell him?'… Absolutely. I want my son to know just how much I loved him, how much he meant to me, and how much his life matters. He is my saving grace and serenity... the best thing that has ever happened to me."
- Amanda #standforlife