I write this on August 18, 1999. One year after losing Christopher Defiance due to an ifection in my uterus and the loss of amniotic fluid. Two months ago, I had a missed miscarriage. This means my baby died but I only found out after an ultra-sound showed no heartbeat. I went in thinking I was 12 weeks, and it turns out my baby died at 9 weeks. I know it is not my fault, but I remember some horrible stress because of my job and even because of my husband. My job and my pregnancy affected my temper and I remember one night of uncontrollable tears. Perhaps it was during this episode that my baby left me. I'll never know for certain. It scares me to think that I may never have a baby of my own. Sure I can adopt, but that simply would not be quite the same. I, myself, was adopted, and have some wonderful parents who raised me. If it becomes definite that I cannot have children, then my husband and I both have agreed to adopt and we will love that child as if it were our own. There is never any doubt about that. I made a mistake when I was very very young. Now, I feel that I am paying for it. I have three angels in heaven, not two. I don't know if I will ever be able to forgive myself. I can use excuses such as I was too young, too much ahead of me, and a boyfriend who was never interested in marriage let alone children, but that is all these are: excuses. I have no excuse for that mistake oh so long ago, but I know I will regret it for the rest of my life. I don't know why I am writing this. I was told I need some closure in my life before I can truly move on. Perhaps this is a way of accepting who I am and what I have done. And maybe someday I will even forgive myself. I doubt it though. Perhaps someday I will be blessed with a child of my own. If not, then I will love any child that needs me and my husband as parents. As the title says, this is my confession. I have had it buried deep in my mind and my heart for many years. It is not a pleasant confession and I pray that anyone who reads this does not hate me for I hate myself enough.
Please stop abortions. Take it from me, the guilt is immense.
Jonathon EmanuelAdopted: September 19,1999
I may never have a child of my own. Don't do anything that you WILL regret later.
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