Peter's Story

My name is Peter, and this is my story:

My mom’s name is Christine, and she grew up in abuse home. When she was 17 ½ she was sent to a foster home, cause she kept running away from home so many times, and she really couldn’t talk to the about her problems at home to people that was trying to help her, cause back then you just didn’t talk about “your dirty Landry”. (What ever that means?) Any way, it wasn’t soon after that that she met my dad. He was a couple of years older than she was. Soon after dating her, that he wanted to have sex. He gave her lines such as “if you love me, you will give in”. Because she was afraid of losing him, she gave in. She went to go get on the pill, which was really hard for her to do, being sexual abuse as a child herself, but she didn’t want to get pregnant. Anyway she started taking the pill, and next thing she knew, her and my dad got into a big fight, and she threw the pills out. Well, needless to say, she got back with him, with him promising her that if she did get pregnant, that he will always be there for her. Some time shortly after that they did break it off for good.

My mom, when she turn 18, was still in school, when she realizes she missed her period. She took several tests to see if she was pregnant, but they kept turning up negative. She was scare, because if she was expecting, she would have to leave the foster home. So finally, after 3 months of testing, the doctors finally gave her a blood test and it show positive that she was pregnant. She had no choice but to leave the foster home, and go live on her own, which was hard for her, because she had no idea of how to do it. But she finally got a place of her own. Next thing was to tell her parents that she was expecting me. That was really hard on her. She had gotten a birthday card from her mother on her 18^th birthday that said “Now you are a woman, good luck”. In addition to this, her father said that he disown her. So she had nowhere to go, no money for clothes, no medical, etc. And not too many people knew she was expecting me.

She ended up meeting some people that said that they wanted to adopt me, and that she could move in with them. So she did. Only to realize, that they had drug habits just like her parents, and she started to wonder what in the world was she to do? Also at this time that my father did not believe her that he was my father, when she told him about me, so she had nowhere to turn.

Behind her fathers back, my mom started seeing her mother. And it was than that, my grandmother told my mom that she had a back street abortion and things where better now than it was then. My mom just knew however that killing me was not the answer.

My mom was even told that her cousins’ neighbor daughter had a late term abortion, and that my mom needed to hurry up before it would be too late for her. Then one day, my mom, while hitch hiking a ride to her house, came across a man who told her she was beautiful and she should pose to be a model. That was that lie that seal my fate. My mom called the Plan Parenthood soon after that.

Plan Parenthood told her it would be no problem in her aborting me. They said it would be done in a few hours. They explain it to her, in ways she didn’t understand, but she signed the paperwork any way, cause they told her that I wasn’t even formed yet. And that she was under 6 months pregnant anyway. (That turn out to be a lie; she was 7 months a long.)

The night before the abortion was to take place, my mom hung out with her friends and drop acid for the first and last time, only because she didn’t want to chicken out of doing the abortion.

The next day she went to the hospital herself, and they took her to her room. Asked her if she wanted to talk to a priest, she said no. Then she was whisk away to get a test done to see where I was position. It was there, that she felt me move for the first time. She realize then what a horrible mistake it was to be there. While they took her back to her room, she started crying and ask to see a priest, the nurse said that she will get one for her. Instead, she came back with a shot, and put it in my mother’s tummy. That is what killed me, the saline solution.

It was soon after that, that my mom started to go into labor, and despite what she had been told, she could not believe that she was going into labor. The pains were horrible, and she kept crying out to God to stop the process. That if He stopped it, she would walk away to never look back at this again. The whole time she was in labor, she was crying out to God to forgive her.

Many hours later the nurses came in and check on her, didn’t like what she saw, and called the doctor, and when the doctor came, he said I was coming out wrong, and with that my mom went into shock. Next thing she remembers is that the doctors was trying to hook something up to her to monitor her heart. The nurses said that they almost lost her.  But as for me, I was already dead; I was taken out of her while she went in shock. She had asked one of the nurses what sex I was, but they would not tell her.

My mom stayed in the hospital for 3 days. She had some friends to come see her once they had heard what happen. It was later told to my mom, that when it got back to my dad what happen to her, he broke down and cried. My grandmother came later to see my mom but stay for less than a hour, because my mom’s dad was waiting out in the car for my grandmother. He still didn’t want anything to do with my mom.

When my mom was release from the hospital, she had to take the bus home, because no one would come to pick her up. Her druggie friends disown her, and so did so many of her other friends. She had no one to turn to.

It was later, when my mom finally got saved at the age of 24 did she wanted to be heal of the pain of the abortion, to be able to talked about it, and push the shame aside. She prayed for a long time to be forgiven of this, and it was through her church that they had a ministry that help women deal with the issues of abortion and about God’s healing grace and forgiveness He had for my mom. God told her my name, and that I was up in heaven with Him, waiting for her when the day comes for her to come home. The ministry even had a special time when they had a funeral for me, something my mom never had the chance to do with me. But you know God wasn’t done yet.

Years later, my mom had given birth to my brother, and then my sister.  Then shortly after my sister was born, my mom got pregnant again, but she miscarry that baby. My mom was upset, thinking that God did that to punish her. (it was before God heal her of the abortion)  It was a year later, that mom got pregnant again. This one she wasn’t planning, but she prayed that God would let her keep this one. That is when my brother was in my mom’s tummy. But something started to happen with my other brother when my mom was 6 months a long with her pregnancy. She started to go into labor pains, and no one could stop the labor. The doctors where concern, because at 6 months no baby could survive and that baby would weigh less than 2 pounds. But the whole time my mom was in labor, God had given her the name Daniel, and told her that everything was going to be okay. This is the bible verse He gave my mom when she was in labor with my brother.

Daniel 8:27 “I, Daniel, was exhausted and lay ill for several days. Then I got up and went about the king's business.”

Brian Daniel came into the world at 7 months, weighting in at a whooping 2 pounds and ½ ounces and 14 inches long. He went down in weight of 1 ½ pounds. But he came out a fighter. He stay in the hospital for 3 months and came home when he weigh 4 ½ pounds and three months old. There where times when the hospital staff thought they were going to lose him, but they didn’t know that God was restoring what the locusts had eaten in my mom’s life. That was 29 years ago. Brian not only made it in the doctors’ medical journal book as research for other preemie babies, but he was known as the miracle baby of his time.

This is my story, I thank-you for reading it. If you take anything from this, I pray that you have a deeper understanding of my heavenly Father’s healing grace, and His unending love for you that His own son paid for with His life. And if you allow him in, He can and will do the same for you.

With love

Peter