I had a surgical abortion on December 4, 2010. I am 24 years old. The man who impregnated me and I were dating for about 2 months. We met last year, dated for 5 months, he cheated me, and then we didn’t talk for 8 months. Lo and behold, he came crawling back, telling me how much he changed and blah blah blah. I decided to give him another chance, and things were going really well. So well, that I even had unprotected sex with him, fully aware of the consequences, and here I am today.
I scheduled the appointment for my abortion on my 24th birthday (November 15), at which point I was 5 weeks pregnant. I originally scheduled myself for a medical abortion (induced by pills). A girlfriend of mine had had a medical abortion as well as a surgical abortion herself, and she said the medical abortion wasn’t too bad; just a crampy/bloaty feeling, and lots of sitting on the toilet. Didn’t sound too traumatizing. However, as I continued to research more, and began reading about other women’s personal (horror) stories, I decided I would rather go with a surgical abortion. I wanted it done and over with; I didn’t want to experience hours (or possibly even days) of cramping. Plus, I preferred to have a doctor present, just in case something should happen to go wrong.
That being said, I called and rescheduled myself for a surgical abortion. The waiting was the hardest part. All I did these last couple weeks is research everything there is to know about abortions; things that could go wrong, success stories, horror stories, you get the idea. It consumed my every thought. But, I never doubted my decision to go through with it. I was just afraid of the pain, and possible long term effects. I do know that I want to have children in the future; this just was not the right time, or the right person.
I went to Planned Parenthood. My appointment was at 945am. My (ex)boyfriend was supposed to go with me to the clinic (not only for emotional support, but financial as well), but when I called him that morning, his phone was off. Go figure. He didn’t want me to have an abortion in the first place… but, I know that he and I are not destined to be together, and bringing a child into the mix would only make matters worse. (Did I mention he has a 1 year old? Last year when he and I first started dating, his ex-girlfriend gave birth to their son. However, she lives in a different state, so out of sight, out of mind, I suppose). Anyhow, he finally showed up at the clinic 45 minutes late, and at that point I told him to give me his credit card and take a seat, because I had a few choice words I wanted to say to him. I couldn’t believe he just left me hanging like that, on such a big day.
When I got there I had to fill out the basic paper work. The waiting room was full at first. I waited for about 30 minutes until I was called back. A lovely woman brought me into a room that was actually playing some nice music; in my time there, I heard Al Green, Janet Jackson, Marvin Gaye, all the good stuff, which actually put me in a much better mood and even eased my nerves a bit. She then proceeded to perform a blood test (a quick finger prick), then take my temperature, blood pressure, and then performed a vaginal ultrasound. She asked me if I wanted to see, and I said yes. In fact, I got a copy. Call me crazy, but this is a big deal to me. Under different circumstances, I would not be making this decision. But I have to. However, it is something I will never forget, and will always be a part of my life. So, I guess you could say I wanted evidence to remind myself of what happened.
After that, I was taken to another room. In this room, I was offered juice/water and Cheez-Its, along with 2 Vicodin, 2 Xanax, and 2 800mg Ibuprofen. I was a little scared to take these all at once, afraid I might just pass out or get sick, but I didn’t have any problems. I just took them one by one, then went back out to the waiting room, paid, and waited for about 15 minutes or so. At this point, a girlfriend of mine (the same one I mentioned earlier who has had abortions herself) showed up and was going to go into the room with me when they perform the surgery. I’m not too sure if the pills had kicked in or not when I got to the operating room, but I didn’t really care, either, I was just ready to be done with the whole mess. I had a very nice male doctor and a female assistant. My girlfriend had a chair to sit in next to me. This room had classical music playing. I laid back on the table and was given a heating pad for my stomach, and was offered a blanket as well. I declined on the blanket; I was so nervous I couldn’t stop sweating, the last thing I wanted was a blanket! Then, the doctor began. He told me was going to numb my cervix (the nurse said it would feel like a shot you get at the dentist office). She wasn’t too far off; I could definitely feel the shot, but it didn’t hurt. Just stung a little, and only for like 5 seconds. Then, he dilated me. This didn’t hurt, it just felt crampy. I could feel the tools inside me, but again, it did not hurt, I could just feel it. It’s hard to explain. I never experienced any pain. I focused on my breathing – long, slow, deep breaths. And just kept reminding myself that it would be over any second. And I wasn’t too far off; the whole procedure itself took no more than 10 minutes, max; and that may even be an over estimate.
The nurse and doctor were very supportive, helped me get dressed, and then brought me to the recovery room. There was one other lady in the recovery room with me. She had just had a baby a few months earlier, and couldn’t afford to have another. She said she was pleasantly surprised when she got to operating room, though, because it was the same doctor that delivered her other baby! She said he was excellent, which made me feel even more confident with my situation. We were also offered juice/water and crackers in here, and also had our blood pressure taken again.
Because I am RH-negative, I had to get the Rhogam shot. This wasn’t bad at all. Just a simple shot in the arm, over in about 5 seconds. In total, I was in recovery for about 20 minutes.
After that, I proceeded to checkout, and had my girlfriend take me home. I went to a movie a couple hours later, but pretty much just took it easy all day. I think I was very fortunate that my experience went so well. I had prepared myself for excruciating pain, and the fact that the pain meds hadn’t even kicked in before my procedure really had me worried. But again, I figured it couldn’t be worse than labor, and women go through that every day with no pain killers! If anything at all, the only “pain” I experienced was mild cramping, but only during the procedure. But even then, I wouldn’t call it pain, I could just feel everything… but not in a bad way. I was just aware. It’s hard to explain.
If you are having trouble deciding between medical and surgical, I highly recommend surgical. I was at the doctor’s office for a total of 2 and a half hours, although the procedure itself takes less than 10 minutes, and then it was over. I haven’t experienced any cramping since the procedure either. I experienced light bleeding yesterday and a little this morning, but nothing really anymore. I am just so relieved to have it over with. Waiting was definitely the worst part – hang in there, ladies! It really is not as bad as it sounds. If I can do it, anyone can!
Also, if you would like to talk, feel free to send me an email.