MONTH ONE: Mommy, I am only 4 inches long,
but I have all my organs. I love the sound
of your voice. The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.
MONTH TWO: Mommy, Today I learned how to
suck my thumb. If you could see me, you
could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my
home, though. It is so nice and warm in here.
MONTH THREE: You know what, Mommy? I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy. I always want you
to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You
sound so sad. It makes me sad, too, and I cry
with you even though you can't hear me.
MONTH FOUR: Mommy, my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot
of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can
turn my head and curl my fingers and toes and
stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite
good at it, too.
MONTH FIVE: You went to the doctor today. Mommy,
he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am
a baby, Mommy... your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?
MONTH SIX: I can hear that doctor again. I don't
like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something
is intruding my home. The doctor called it a
needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make
him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy!
HELP me!
MONTH SEVEN Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus'
arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me, Mommy?
EVERY ABORTION IS JUST... One more heart that was
stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two
more hands that will never touch. Two more legs
that will never run. One more mouth that will
never speak. If you're against abortion, put
this in your profile!!!