She saw little baby parts in pans. Arms, legs, eyeballs. It ate at her soul until the day she tearfully called… “It’s murder,” she said weeping. “I saw an ultrasound during the abortion…and the baby was trying to escape…to get away…but he couldn’t…” ~ Gail, former Planned Parenthood staffer
When women called for an abortion, they would be interviewed 72 hours before the first visit and told what to expect. Then at the first visit they would get an ultrasound, and were asked if they wanted to hear or see the baby’s heart beat. Some did, some didn’t. Some of those ultrasounds were so clear I could see the baby sucking her thumb.
No word was ever said about what the baby would feel or experience. In fact, we couldn’t use the word ‘baby’ or ‘parents’ or we would be fired. There was never any information shared about fetal development.
Then the women went on to ‘consent and education’ where they could decide on the pill if under ten weeks pregnant. Over ten weeks, they had to have a surgical abortion. They were told to expect clots and cramping…they were never told they might see the baby. Then they were counseled about the three choices: continue pregnancy, adopt, or abort. Were they comfortable with abortion? That was the extent of the counseling. We actually HAD information about adoption for example, but we NEVER shared it with them.
Many cried. If they were really upset, they were sometimes encouraged to go home and think about it. I remember times when they were encouraged to abort. One time, a girl was really upset. Her situation was really difficult but I could see she really didn’t want to abort. The doctor told her that given her age and situation, it was better to abort. I tried to present other options, and the doctor reprimanded me. I told the doctor, “Aren’t we here to support these women? Isn’t that what we are supposed to be doing is giving them options??” The doctor didn’t agree.
The worst part was seeing the abortions, and what happened afterwards. The baby NEVER comes out whole. The suction rips the baby apart. After the suction abortion, the parts go in a jar, covered, so the mom can’t see. Then it is brought to the POC room and put in a pyrex dish, like a pie dish. All the parts have to be counted there to be sure they got everything.
I asked when I was hired if they sold baby parts. They shied away from answering. I never saw them sell baby parts, but they did shy away from a direct answer.
I would look at that dish, and the little arms and legs…and I always wondered who they would have grown up to be. I would pray for them, and try not to vomit because it smelled bad and was so gross. Then, all the abortion products of the day went into a biohazard bag all clumped together, and into a deep freezer. It would be collected, and I think sent off to be incinerated.
This is what Gail was faced with every day at Planned Parenthood. Tiny legs of a baby aborted at just 8 weeks. (Photo credit: Citizens for a Pro-Life Society)
I always asked the doctors if the babies felt the abortion, but they said not until 24 weeks. I always wondered how could they say that? How could they know that? One doctor said, “I don’t know why its a big deal. It’s good money!” Another doctor would pump her breast milk for her newborn baby in between killing other peoples’ babies. I never knew how she could do that!
Once, I saw tiny fully developed hands in the little pyrex dish. Tiny, tiny hands perfectly formed…that was one of the last straws for me. I kept thinking that one day Jesus will return. I believe in the Rapture. What if He returned and found me doing THIS? I gave up my whole belief system for money. I was paid $70,000 and they offered more when I quit! It was very enticing.
But I just couldn’t do it anymore. I used to be really happy, loved life, saw beauty everywhere before I started working there. Then, I started working at Planned Parenthood, and I was always sad, always tired, and really depressed. I even got put on prozac. A part of me was dying. My husband used to be a Sargent in the army, then he got hit by a bomb. He was badly injured and is on partial disability now, with the National Guard. But how I felt coming home each day from the abortion center was like a soldier who had come back from war. The emptiness. That’s how I felt. Empty. I don’t believe we were created to see so much death.
The abortion doesn’t end when the baby is removed. It stays with you. You never forget. You never forget and you never get over it. You will always wonder what could have been because that’s NOT your only choice. It’s wrong.
I didn’t think there was any hope for me. I didn’t think God would want me back after all I had done. I didn’t know I could ever leave. I can’t believe total strangers sent you money to help me. [Pro-lifers helped Gail pay for rent after she left Planned Parenthood until she got another job.] I just couldn’t speak when I heard that, and started crying. If there is anything I can do to help you all now, please tell me. I want to share my story so abortion will end and people will come to Jesus.
Editor’s Note: Gail’s story was told to Vicky Kaseorg, who shared additional details of Gail’s work at Planned Parenthood here on August 25, 2017. Vicky has granted permission for Live Action News to reprint.
She explains: “Gail gave a heart-breaking testimony on air of how her soul was being destroyed the longer she remained working at the Planned Parenthood (PP). She believed the employees sincerely felt they were helping women, but all Gail could see were little babies being dismembered and murdered. The pay was good, and she rationalized that she was not doing the procedures so it was maybe okay with God. She worked in administration at this Planned Parenthood. … Nonetheless, she sometimes had to help in the POC room (Products of Conception) where she saw little baby parts in pans. Arms, legs, eyeballs. It ate at her soul until the day she tearfully called… ‘It’s murder,’ she said weeping. ‘I saw an ultrasound during the abortion…and the baby was trying to escape…to get away…but he couldn’t…'”
