I didn’t argue, but I was sure my parents and brother didn’t want me to donate. It was Abigail who wanted me to. I looked at my belly with a dark feeling.
After thinking for a long time, I made an appointment for a prenatal checkup. The baby yelled, “Are you going to abort me? You’re a bad mother! Bad mothers get punished!”
Suddenly, my stomach was filled with intense pain, worse than before. My legs gave out and I almost fell.
I grabbed the doctor’s hand and begged, “Please help me check if my baby is healthy. I love my baby and want him to be born safely.”
“So it wasn’t to abort me. You’re smart.” As the baby’s voice faded, the pain eased. I became more and more scared of this child who had hurt me so freely.
The prenatal checkup finished quickly. I asked the doctor several times and he confirmed that my baby was healthy.
I gripped my clothes tightly. “If I have an abortion now…”
The baby’s voice was quiet and eerie. “Mom, do you really not want me?”
I shivered, too scared to speak and quickly left the doctor’s office. Sitting on a hallway bench, I wondered if I should tell my husband what the baby had said.
This child was terrifying. I didn’t dare keep him. But would my husband believe me? After thinking a lot, I posted online: [I can hear my baby’s voice, but reality doesn’t match. What’s happening?]
The post quickly got replies and I opened them, hopefully. But people were mocking me, saying I’d gone crazy from pregnancy and suggesting I see a psychiatrist.
The more I read, the more upset I felt. At the same time, my stomach hurt again and I almost fell off my chair.
The baby’s voice echoed, “Are you still thinking about an abortion?”
With shaking hands, I messaged my husband, telling him about the baby’s voice and how it had tormented me.
[Honey, I don’t want this child anymore!]
After sending the message, I got up to schedule an abortion. Just then, a reply of three or four hundred words appeared on my post.
After reading it, I finally understood my baby’s voice! Anger filled my eyes and I deleted the message I had just sent my husband.
Looking at my swollen belly, I said coldly, word by word, “Baby, don’t worry. Mommy will definitely give birth to you!”
After I said this, the intense pain slowly eased. I took a deep breath and walked toward Abigail’s ward.
