Abortion: Let women make this decision

I went into labour at 2am on Saturday, May 16, 2014. Before that, I had been to the hospital many times insisting that the baby was coming. The nurses told me over and over again that when I went into labour, I would know it. And when I felt the first contraction on that Saturday morning, I understood exactly what they meant. It was the kind of indescribable agony that could only be described as labour pain. Either that, or I was dying.

I decided to take a shower before going to the hospital because hey, everyone knows where babies come through and I wanted my area to be pristine. That turned out to be an excellent idea because from the moment I got to the ward, I was ‘examined’ every hour. By that I mean that a doctor would feel around with her fingers to see how much my canal had dilated. It was supposed to stretch to about 10cm wide if it was going to accommodate a baby’s big head.