You Carried Me: A Daughter’s Memoir
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Winner, 2018 Christianity Today Book Award, CT Women Silver Medal Winner, 2018 Illumination Book Awards, Biography & Memoir
Melissa Ohden is fourteen when she learns she is the survivor of a botched abortion. In this intimate memoir she details for the first time her search for her biological parents, and her own journey from anger and shame to faith and empowerment.
After a decade-long search Melissa finally locates her birth father and writes to extend forgiveness, only to learn that he has died without answering her burning questions. Melissa becomes a mother herself in the very hospital where she was aborted. This experience transforms her attitude toward women who have had abortions, as does the miscarriage of her only son and the birth of a second daughter with complex health issues. But could anything prepare her for the day she finally meets her birth mother and hears her side of their story?
This intensely personal story of love and redemption illumines the powerful bond between mother and child that can overcome all odds.
Melissa Ohden
Melissa Ohden is founder of the Abortion Survivors Network and an advocate for women, men, and children impacted by abortion.
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Reviews for You Carried Me
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I received a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. I found the story compelling. Melissa's birth mother intended to abort her, but she survived (without either of her birth parents' knowledge), and was adopted. At 14, she learned the truth of her birth, and spiraled into PTSD-induced, self-destructive behavior. A willingness to let God be in charge, a loving husband, and the consistent support of her adopted parents brings Melissa to the point where she not only learns to love herself, but to love and forgive all of those involved in the failed abortion that gave her life. Melissa obviously has an agenda; that's not a criticism, just an important fact of which to be aware when reading this book. This should be required reading for anyone involved in social justice, no matter their personal views on abortion. The author is unapologetically (and unsurprisingly) anti-abortion, and presents a compelling argument why pro-choice is not pro-women. Will this book change anyone's mind? It's possible, given the sincerity of Melissa's writing style. She raises issues that I, to be honest, had not considered or fully examined, and I appreciate being able to more thoroughly consider my own position on this important and divisive topic.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This is an Early Reviewers Review.I think the author Melissa Ohden's story of how she came into this world and survived is amazing. She is the survivor of a botched abortion. How the doctors didn't know how far along her mom was in her pregnancy boggles my mind. My rating is lower than the majority. I found the "anti-abortion' political message took over the short book.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Melissa did not find out until she was a teen that she was the product of a failed abortion. She knew she was adopted, but she assumed she had been loved and her biological mother could not provide for her. She was adopted by a very loving couple. Her memoir chronicles her journey as she deals with this discovery and she uses it to help others. I was impressed with her journey and with the conclusion (no spoiler here). Very good reading for teens as well as adults.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Author Melissa Ohden writes the actual survival story of being a botched abortion and how she sees herself after learning this news. She had always known she was adopted and was lucky enough to have a loving father and mother in her life. However, after she finds out the new about her birth, she begins to think more about the biological parents and what was the circumstance for their choice of wanting an abortion and why after all that happened during the procedure did they just not keep her. Her journey starts slow and seems to hit dead ends, but soon she finds individuals that are aware of what happened that night. Melissa Ohden bravely tells you the most difficult time in her life with grace and beauty. I enjoyed this story that I feel too often isn't talked about and would recommend to anyone.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Surviving abortion, an amazing feat. Not the mother, the child. This story brings you right into the life of the author as she openly shares her feelings about being an abortion survivor. Melissa always new she was adopted, but found out she had been aborted when she was 14. She painstakingly searched for her birth parents picking up piece by piece of information over many years. The story is shocking and hopeful.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I would like to thank LibraryThing and Plough Publishing House for the edition of "You Carried Me" A Daughter's Memoir by Melissa Ohden. Melissa Ohden is a young teenager when she learns that she is the survivor of a botched abortion. It seems that her biological mother was in a later stage of pregnancy than was thought. Using a saline solution to terminate pregnancy in surviors can cause serious abnormalities.Luckily Melissa is healthy and adopted by a loving family. Melissa's goal is to find out who her biological parents are and why they wanted to abort her rather than find an adoptive home. She researches and tries to find them. Melissa does meet other abortion survivors, some with major disabilities. As Melissa matures, and gets married she continues to research and does find the names and sends letters to both her biological parents.Melissa has a daughter, and soon after miscarries,losing a son.Melissa is religious and speaks at functions against abortion.At times, she is asked to show who an abortion survivor is. There are frustrations and obstacles to getting the answers that are meaningful to Melissa. Melissa shows us that love, hope and faith are important in her life.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I won a copy of "You Carried Me: A Daughter's Memoir" on LibraryThing. This book is amazing and beautiful.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I was happy to receive the memoir, You Carried Me by Melissa Ohden. This is a very emotional story. Melissa is a survivor of a botched abortion. She takes us on a journey from her young teenage years through adulthood. She explains what she was feeling and how she dealt with searching for her biological family. I thoroughly enjoyed her story.I found myself not wanting to put the book down until I was finished.I recommend reading this one.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Ohden knew from an early age she was adopted. For anyone, that alone would conjure up questions surrounding identity. How could it not? Add "survivor of botched abortion" to the resume and a whole new set of mysteries emerge. What happened? Did the birth mother not want me? Did my birth father even know about the pregnancy? How could this happen? What started as a series of mysteries when Ohden was 14 turned into a purpose for life as an adult. You Carried Me is Ohden's attempt to explain the process.Ohden tells her story at breakneck speed. Eager to get to the heart of the story she glosses over most of her adolescence and is in college before page 50. At times I met Ohden's words with distracted frustration. Ohden speaks in absolutes. For example, she makes assumptions about the nature of mother/newborn bonding. It's not always an automatic relationship. It's pretty typical of some mothers to never emotionally attach to her child; despite it being the child she carried for nine months. Strange as it may seem, there are even hospital classes to help some new mothers connect with their infants. Another example: Ohden describes an accident her father had as a teenager and she blames the altering of so many lives on that accident. How does she know? How could she know? I would have been more comfortable with the assumption that the accident could have altered so many lives. Yes, it might have.One thing is clear. Ohden writes in an unsophisticated but determined and enthusiastic voice (lots of exclamation points!). Her absolutes and assumptions are all her own. It's a story impossible to put down once started. At only 166 pages it's easy to read in one sitting. I read it on a lunch break.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5An amazing, hard to put down book! Well written and heart wrenching. It's the true story of Melissa Ohden who discovered from her adoptive mother that her birth mother had tried to abort her. Over a period of years Melissa worked thought this mind numbing information while trying to discover who her birth parents were. She has led an amazing life and is actually a very amazing woman. This is a book, once started, is impossible to put down.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Wow. This was an incredible story of sorrow and triumphs. No matter what side you stand on pro choice or pro life this book makes you reconsider everything you thought you could know about abortion and the startling waves it creates in lives.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This is the story of a woman who survived abortion; her mother had an unsuccessful abortion. The first part of the book is very compelling, telling of Melissa's discovery that she was aborted and her struggles because of it. Although she had a very loving adoptive family, she had issues with eating, alcohol, and promiscuous sex as a teenager. In college many people did not believe her story about her birth. As an adult, in addition to searching for her birth family, Melissa became very involved with the pro-life movement, both with the Feminists for Life (FFL) and the Susan B. Anthony list. She traveled to many places in the United States, speaking out against abortion, and was featured in an anti-abortion ad against Obama during the 2012 presidential campaign. Recently, she testified at a hearing in favor of ending federal funding for Planned Parenthood, "one of the greatest honors of my life" (p.163).The parts of the Melissa's story about her family life and searching for her birth-family are captivating. However, her activity against abortion, which she discusses at great length, although understandable, gets rather tiresome, especially if one does not agree with her views. The book also has a strong Christian element although this is not overwhelming. Melissa's faith helped her deal with many struggles in her life.Recommended.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5What an incredible story! God is good all the time.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I have always been a supporter of pro-choice because I felt it was not my place to tell others how to live their lives. Personally, I am fairly certain I could not abort a fetus, so I made sure that I was never in a position where this would be an issue for me. However, in all of the times that I contemplated how I felt about this issue, I never imagined that someone could find himself or herself in the situation that this author did – the survivor of a botched abortion. Her story is too horrific for words, and that includes how her birth mother also suffered. The author provides the reader with a unique perspective on this difficult issue, one I am glad I had a chance to discover. The author is an inspiration as she moved forward with her life, despite some rocky periods, and then found enough love in herself to include members of her birth family in her family’s life. She has led a remarkable life.
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You Carried Me - Melissa Ohden
One
The tale of someone’s life begins before they are born.
— Michael Wood, Shakespeare
A THICK MANILA ENVELOPE arrived at my home in Sioux City with the afternoon mail one sunny day in May 2007. I knew without even looking at the return address that it came from the University of Iowa Hospitals in Iowa City and contained the medical records that would answer some of the questions I had been agonizing over most of my life.
Who am I? Where did I come from? Whose blood runs through my veins? And why was I given away? These are questions that most people who, like me, were adopted as infants want answered. But what I needed to know was more fundamental, and less innocent: Why did you try to kill me? And how is it possible that I survived?
I felt a clutch of panic in the pit of my stomach. Now that I had the information I had sought for so many years, my body, and spirit, rebelled. But as the Irish poet James Stephens – another adoptee – once wrote, Curiosity will conquer fear even more than bravery will.
So with trembling fingers, I peeled back the sealed flap of the envelope and faced the facts of my improbable life.
As I read through my tears the blandly rendered details of my narrow escape from death – On August 24, saline infusion for abortion was done but was unsuccessful
– I discovered something I hadn’t expected: the full names of my biological parents.
Their names were clearly written in the record of my birth, but I was left unnamed.
As I fought for my life in St. Luke’s neonatal intensive care unit, it became clear to the doctors and nurses on hand that my birth mother had been pregnant for far longer than the eighteen to twenty weeks reported at the time of the abortion. The pediatrician who examined me a couple of days after I was delivered estimated that my gestational age at birth was about thirty-one weeks – well into the third trimester. The discrepancy hinted at something still unknown: How could any abortionist, much less one affiliated with one of the most prestigious hospitals in the region, have made such a mistake? What doctor or nurse would believe that a woman more than seven months pregnant was less than five months along?
Like other babies born prematurely, I had a host of serious medical problems including low birth weight (I weighed 2 pounds 14.5 ounces), jaundice, and respiratory distress. But my troubles were complicated by the aftereffects of the poisonous saline solution I had endured in my mother’s womb. No one knew the long-term consequences of surviving an abortion. Developmental delays are routine for preterm babies, but I also had seizures; and the list of potential complications grew to include mental retardation, blindness, and chronic poor health.
Three weeks after my birth I was transferred three hundred miles east, to the university hospital in Iowa City. The nurses who cared for me, a nameless baby, made me tiny clothes and colorful booties. One nurse, Mary, decided I needed a name and dubbed me Katie Rose. For years after I left the NICU, my adoptive parents and Mary kept in touch, exchanging Christmas cards and letters with pictures of me and updates on my progress. When I got older, I wrote the letters myself; Mary and I began a friendship that would endure for decades. It made me feel so special that this nurse who had cared for me when no one else did still cared about me.
Among the records I received were these prints of my feet.
Meanwhile, the social services agency that had taken custody of me searched for a family willing to adopt a fragile newborn. This was no easy task because of my grim medical prognosis.
The search led to a small town, Curlew, Iowa, just one hundred miles from where I had been born. There a young couple who had adopted one child waited for another.
They were told that the baby would have needs that went far beyond food and shelter. Love they had in abundance; money for specialized medical care and services they did not. They drove five hours east to meet the tiny baby who needed a home. Unintimidated by the IV lines and the monitors attached to the skull of the baby whose head had been shaved from temple to temple, they made their choice. That’s the day I first experienced a mother’s love, in the arms of the woman who looked into my eyes and said, You are mine.
Her name was Linda Cross, and although she wanted to bring me home right away, she had to wait another month to hold me in her arms again. In late October 1977, a social worker delivered all five pounds of me to the farmhouse Linda shared with her husband Ron and their four-year-old daughter Tammy. They named me Melissa Ann, after a friend who had become a quadriplegic after an accident. They admired her strength and her tenacious fight for life. They hoped for the same qualities in me.
Ron and Linda had grown up on the prairies of western Iowa. Palo Alto County had a population of about sixteen thousand people when they were born as part of the baby boom that followed the world war their fathers had fought in. They came from close families with deep roots. Ron was born in 1948 in Mallard, where four generations of his family had farmed the land for a hundred years. They grew corn and soybeans, and raised cattle and pigs. Linda was born a year later in Estherville, the seventh of nine children. Farming was part of her birthright as well: her father farmed and worked as an auto mechanic; her mom was a seamstress.
They met after they graduated from high school, at a drag race on the wide-open roads nearby. When I heard the story years later, it sounded like something straight out of the movie Grease. Fast cars, however, were the extent of their teenage rebellion. While their peers elsewhere in the country were engaging in the summer of love,
they carried on a traditional courtship in their Iowa hometowns. In April 1969, as their generation protested the Vietnam War and prepared to gather at the Woodstock Festival to celebrate sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll, they married in front of their families and friends at the Lutheran Church in Estherville, and began a life together.
At twenty years old, Ron was a tall, brawny young man, with a shock of light-brown hair and a smile that could light up a room. He had a perennial farmer’s tan
from driving around in his pickup truck or working the farm on his tractor. Linda was pretty and petite, with long blond hair and skin so fair she refused to wear shorts even on the hottest summer days because she was embarrassed by her too-white legs. Ron’s gregarious personality was balanced by Linda’s friendly but quiet demeanor. They were a perfect match.
The life they envisioned included children – lots of them. Their extended families included dozens of nieces and nephews, and they couldn’t wait until their own children were part of the happy crowd of cousins. When a baby didn’t come right away, they were patient; they enjoyed the time they had as newlyweds to get to know each other. But as the months turned to years they sought medical help and found that Linda suffered from a hormonal imbalance that made it very difficult for her to get pregnant. Surely they had their moments of regret as the years slipped by without the wished-for baby, but in Mom’s words, If you want a family, it doesn’t matter how it’s made.
Three years after they married they took in their first foster children – two brothers who lived with them for nearly a year. They loved them deeply and were heartbroken when their mother reclaimed them. But that didn’t stop them from opening their home and hearts to another little boy soon after, and when he was gone they took in a four-month-old baby girl with blond hair and blue eyes named Tammy, who became their beloved daughter.
It was into this happy home that I was welcomed after being released from the hospital. I was barely two months old.
I needed almost as much care at home as I had received in the NICU, but time, love, and attention cured most ills, and as I grew, I thrived. A year after I left the hospital, my adoption was finalized. As a small child I knew a few things for sure: My name was Missy Cross; I lived on a farm in Curlew, Iowa; I belonged to a family that included a mom, a dad, a big sister, and dozens of aunts, uncles, grandparents, and cousins.
And at some point before I can even remember I learned that I was doubly loved – by the parents who had chosen me as their own, and by a mother who had given birth to me and entrusted me to their care. That I was adopted was something I don’t remember being told; it just was – a fact of life as ordinary as the sunshine in the morning, the starlight in the evenings, and the cozy walls around me.
In the 1970s and early 1980s there was a program on television that dramatized the Little House on the Prairie stories by Laura Ingalls Wilder. Tammy and I loved to watch that show, but truth be told, there wasn’t much difference between the life lived by the Ingalls family in Walnut Grove, Minnesota, in the 1870s and the life we lived on the farm in Curlew a hundred years later. Sure, we had a lot more technology – like TV! But like the Ingalls family, we lived by the rhythm of the seasons.
In the summer we tended a large garden. Tammy and I had our own little plot that we sowed with seeds for flowers along with carrots, green beans, tomatoes, potatoes, and radishes. In the fall, we helped gather the vegetables that Mom would preserve for the winter. We had a collie named Laddie, whom we imagined to be the brother of the Lassie we saw on TV. He patiently submitted to being the playmate for two little girls, even letting us ride on his back. I’m not sure the cat I dressed up in doll clothes and pushed around in a stroller was quite as forgiving. But at least that was better than the treatment the cat got from our pet pig, whom we named Tailbiter because he liked to chew the cat’s tail. When Dad would come in for lunch, he would always read a story to Tammy and me before he headed back out to the barn. Our life was defined by Dad’s work on the farm, Mom’s in the home, the help Tammy and I gave with the animals and the chores, and our membership in the close-knit community formed by our church and the dozens of relatives living nearby.
Mom loved to quilt and sew, and one of my earliest memories is running around with a gaggle of children while she worked with her friends on a quilting project. Kids were always a part of my parents’ get-togethers; there was no separate grown-up
time. My parents often gathered with their friends to play cards, and Tammy and I always were a part of the fun, running around with our playmates while our parents talked and played. Both Mom and Dad were good cooks, but I vividly remember the care Mom took to make snacks to share with their friends at these get-togethers. I watched her in awe, sure I could never make something so delicious out of the simple ingredients Mom gathered from the pantry.
The Methodist church where we worshipped was a second home. It was not just the place we went for prayer and spiritual nourishment; the church was also the center of our social life, the source of our friendships and fun. Tammy and I went to Sunday school, and Mom taught Vacation Bible School every year. The church organized outings that introduced us to the wider world. One of my earliest memories is going on a church trip to a place where we could swim in an indoor pool. Swimming inside – that seemed weird! We had a lot to learn.
The hard lessons began in 1982. Our farm, 160 acres, was rented from a large landowner. Mom and Dad were trying to save to buy their own land, but other priorities – like their daughters – always came first. When trouble hit, my parents had few resources to fall back on. They weren’t the only ones. The combination of many factors – falling demand for agricultural exports, high levels of farm debt, rising interest rates, and reduced farm subsidies – created a nationwide farm crisis. We were among the victims.
As a five-year-old I was oblivious to the forces at play in the economy and the world. But