Personal Narrative Essay On Abortion

She walks into the living room where all her family was sitting, and they all look at her and ask “what’s the news?”. She was very disappointed in herself she thought how could she let it happen? she was too young at 16, she didn’t have a job, and she didn’t even know if the father was going to be there for her. The family looked concerned as she was about to burst into tears, her eyes filled with sadness, and then she said “I'm pregnant”. They all looked at her in disappointment, they thought she was going to be the one to pursue her dreams of becoming a nurse, to actually have a degree, but even though they were disappointed in her they knew that they had to help her raise the baby. She felt upset she didn’t know how she was going to do it while still going to school, she still had two more years ahead, and she was due late May. Even though she had her family who was supporting her she still had to take responsibility for her actions, she had decided that she would have to drop out of school, and start working to take care of her upcoming baby.

​She turned away and took a deep breath, wondering how to say it, and when she finally started, her voice was quiet. “I’m pregnant. You remember Ian, right? He was our high school friend.” Lawrence sat in silence for endless minutes, staring at Daisy, unable to believe what he had just heard, yet believing it. He could see in her eyes that she meant every word she had said. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. He nodded understandingly.

She then cringed as she conjured up the image of Samuel and the expression on his face when she had told him she was marrying someone else. The hurt in his eyes had burned a hole in her heart that remained to this day. She quivered all over, not from the nasty cold, but as a reaction to her thoughts as they drifted back to that ghastly day and to the moment she realized she was pregnant with Owen’s baby: the day her life ceased to exist as she had known it.

I stood still screaming, panicking in the dimly lit room while the baby of whom I was unconditionally devoted to vibrated unsteadily. Then a light hand gently squeezed the top of my shoulder hand did not have a voice, however it explained my pain would soon be relieved. Her shaking had ceased and the once distressed infant looked peaceful as her clear inexperienced blue eyes shut tightly. Hearing sharp murmurs from behind, I swiveled 180 degrees and murmurs slowly disintegrated into the frothy air, resulting in a women with mousey brown hair and a warm maternal face to start moving towards me as if she had precisely planned each step. The freckles on her flushed face mingled with one another while she spoke, asking if I’d remember to take my

During their short encounter, the reader is able to get to know the protagonist through the way the reacts to the man but also through the digressions she does while expressing her stream of consciousness. We see how anxious she is to escape her current situation, meaning the elevator ride and the pregnancy as well. One of the issues that worries her the most is that people no longer see her as herself. They see her as a mother. They treat her in a way that she does not feel comfortable with. No one respects her personal space and more often than not she is forced to go along with situations that make her feel uneasy. At one moment she mentions: “When you’re pregnant, you are public property, you are fair game” and there is certain truth to

After the abortion, the now almost horrified reader is pacified through the introduction of Roland, a man who "carried

She pressed the child close to her and with an unmovable gaze tightened her grip on him, taking in every detail. I paused and watched. I knew that as soon as I told her, the same creamy white walls of the hospital room that once held her uncontrollable euphoria over the birth of her son, would seem harrowing and confining.

“Thank you doctors,” Mike said, still staring at the screen. The doctors made their final comments, recorded the progress in the computer file, and said good bye to the Evans. Mike still watching the screen starred until the image faded away. Thoughts ran through his head. What if he doesn't make it? What if we aren't able to have a baby at all? How will Abigail be able to deal with the fact that the child cannot develop properly? They walked to the exit in complete silence. Mike helped Abigail along and helped her into the car. He drove home, distracted by the thoughts that cluttered his mind.

How it could it not, hearing the laughter and sweet sound of the voice of Goldie, even if it wasn't his arm around her shoulder, however, he could have done without his older sibling's cheery conversation, and teasing. He consoled himself with the fact that he thought he'd caught a reaction from

After years, she still recounts the vivid pain of getting her wounds sewed back. With one eye open and the other still under the drowsiness of anesthesia, she looks on as the doctor holds the baby and smacks her bottom to trigger her cry for oxygen expanding her lungs to taste air for the first time. The first birthday starts off with relations chastising this fourth installment in a series of daughters, with wicked whispers and scandalous stares of an unsuccessful abortion, unfortunate birth and an unavailing adoption. (4 sentences)

Katherine decided she did not like not knowing where her daughter was, night after night. She could be out getting in trouble. Knowing that any time now, Melanie could come crawling back to me expecting me to raise another, unwanted child. That would be the last thing she would to do. Becoming more annoyed the more she thought about the inconsiderate manner in which Melanie had up and left her. The dishes had not even been washed since Melanie left for work at nine, Saturday morning. Here it is ten o'clock on Monday night. Going back to the apartment simply to check and see if Melanie had bothered to show up and do her job, she now knew the answer.

They were in the maternity ward of the hospital. A woman and man in their late twenties had become the victims of a bittersweet, tragic happening. A life had been lost. A sister had passed.

"Push Carissa", the doctor screamed, as she squeezed her husband's hand. The pain continued to shoot up and down her spine as the doctor pleaded with her to push properly. Her mind raced as the time seemed to stand still and the contractions continued to pierce her body. It was her immediate fear of the current situation that brought her hopeless eyes upon her husband, just bedside of her. "Wow", she thought, "he's a lot stronger than I could have ever imagined". He could see the despair in her face as she loosened her grip on his hand. "We can do this, "let's go", he urged. Reassuring her as he pulled her hand and tightening his grip. "Pain is only temporary", she thought as she scrunched up her face and proceeded to push as hard as she could,

Her mother had left her, just up and abandoned her with… With what? Money that she didn’t want? A company that she didn’t know how to run? A house full of people that only came for the paycheck? What in the hell did she have left? A life of empty luxuries? She’d sunk to low that she hadn’t seen since her young teen years - broken vases littered the hallways and the wallpaper was scratched, destroying everything that had reminded her of her mother’s touches in the house.

Her mother called her, Ikena emerged and she was informed that her father was expecting her at their home. Ikena seemed frightened, my pulse quickened and thoughts raced through my mind. I wanted to protect her, but I fought my urges, she left and did not return. She must have thought I didn’t care, this, a lie I had become so good at telling that it was practically printed on my