The Fern House is a pregnancy resource center is a collaboration of efforts of several people and the vision of two amazing women. Again, I’ll avoid posting names here in the blog, but you can find out more about this program on the website. To be very clear up and front, The Fern House does not support, endorse, recommend or otherwise promote anything other than the choice of life for an unborn child.

I am going to admit I don’t know much about crisis pregnancy. I am learning. Some of it seems obvious now, but it was one of those things where I attached a name and concept, but no real image or emotion. I had only the most American perspective on these things. It made sense to have a crisis pregnancy center in Ghana. It seemed obvious… pregnant lady has no emotional or financial support, seeks counseling. She may even need protection from an unsafe environment. This in itself is a great mission. I was happy that these folks wanted to partner with us at PGH. A pregnancy resource center – just such a nice thing to offer. Everyone loves babies; surely we could get donations to welcome these beautiful new souls into the world. Such a happy ending… (the sound of breaks coming to a screeching halt) WRONG. I was totally wrong. Pretty much wrong about everything. Crisis Pregnancy. A Crisis. Not an “inconvenience pregnancy”, not an “oops I sure wasn’t expecting this pregnancy”. No. these are “HELP ME I AM AT THE END OF MY ROPE, I HAVE NOWHERE TO GO AND NO ONE TO HELP E, I AM GIVING BIRTH TO A CHILD WHO WILL DIE BECAUSE I HAVE NOTHING, AND I MAY ALSO DIE IN THE PROCESS” pregnancies.

A quick reminder my blog is called my Point Of View, because it’s just that, if it was called “Find the facts here” you could say how far off base I am with my understanding of the things to follow. But I don’t know the facts, I don’t have all the research. What I have is eye witness accounts. What I have is conversations with women young and old, in Ghana, who have told me of their struggles in pregnancy. I have heard stories of survival, and death, and pain. The lack of justice angers me.

I don’t know where to start, but a little foundation on the issue – from my point of view. These are poor women. Poor. They can’t take birth control because they don’t have the money for it. In any culture you will find promiscuity, but you will also find situations of force, demand, and outright attack. For a moment let’s talk about the women who didn’t have any choice or say in the matter. They just found themselves torn and broken… and then… pregnant. Let’s talk about these women and girls. (If you need additional shock factors Google these words without the dots and extra spaces “s. e. x. c. u. r. e. s H. I. V.”).

The girl finds herself pregnant, she has nowhere to turn. No one. And what family she might have has disowned her for her shameful behavior resulting in pregnancy (remember she didn’t have a choice, but no one is listening). What should she do? The odds aren’t hopeful, there is a chance neither she nor the baby will survive the birth. What little food she can access, is wasted on morning sickness. She is losing strength and any hope she did have. Her options are bad and worse. She can live this nightmare or end it. For about $13 USD she can access a pill to stop this process. Really that’s all she knows about the medication, it will make this stop. The reality, as explained to me, is that she is going to take this pill way too late in her pregnancy, and it won’t work so she will do it again, and if money permits she will do it again. Yet she will give birth to this child, who has now been exposed to a series of harmful chemicals. Or if she does take it “early enough” then she will go home and experience pain nearly as excruciating as birth pains for many hours, only to look down at some point and see something shocking. No one told her that what she would find would like a baby. No one told her she would have to figure out how to “dispose” of something that would come out of her. All she knew was that the pill would create an end. And what it did was create a beginning to her trauma. There was no doctor involved, no parents, no support, only a pharmacist behind the counter and a small box of medication. If someone would have told her something, anything. If there was anyone there to support her, maybe she would have come out with minimal bruising, but rather she is torn apart physically and emotionally because of the experience.

And what about the young girl who carries her baby to term and then attempts to deliver? Somehow she does find herself in a hospital. And for a moment she is relieved that finally someone will help her. But the doctor doesn’t help. The doctor watches her small body tear apart as she gives birth. It is clear this kind of damage will prevent her from having any more children. The other outcomes include pain, scaring, inability to control her bladder… embarrassment and less hope than ever. Learn more about the condition called “fistula” at Wikipedia ) or learn more about it here Video: A Walk to Beautiful, the video is 54 minutes long, but you’ll be moved in less than 2.

Then after all this, there is still a child. If the mother died, no one in the culture wants to accept the baby. They are fearful of the disease she might carry that caused the mother to die in birth. There is an unfounded fear that she has something contagious, and caring for the baby will spread the disease. The child is left in the hospital. Maybe she will survive (click here to see a real survivor), but the chance are against her.

And if all the stars line up and somehow this mother and baby make it out on the other side of the birth together. Still no food, no skills for working, no education… no hope. I talked with this girl. This young woman who made it out on the other side but still had nothing. She held her baby and told me her story. She told me how she was afraid and her parents would not help her and her father would become drunk and frighten her. She wasn’t educated on how to care for a baby. She was lost. All hope was lost. And she told me after all of this, still she wanted her baby to be placed for adoption. There was no hope for a future for either one of them. She looked at me and asked me if I could find someone to adopt her baby. But for this mother and daughter hope did arrive. Hope in the form of two women with a vision and a place called The Fern House. So I told her she has hope now. And she doesn’t need to place her baby for adoption. I told her there is opportunity and she should take the opportunities that she is being blessed with. If you think I am crazy to have made these statements to her, let me confess that I stole those words. I listened to a 21 year old Ghanaian college student tell a 13 year old 2nd grader (yes 2nd grade) that she has opportunity now. Someone is sponsoring her to go to school. She doesn’t need worry about going to America or being adopted. She just needs education and she will find opportunity.

There will be more about this mother’s story to come… if you would like to be part of the hope for this mom and baby visit the website and contact us for more information. My description – The Fern House pregnancy resource center: A place for mom’s, babies, and families to turn to for help for those who made a painful decision to end a pregnancy, or the painful decision to carry on, or for whom the choice was not an option. A place for women to learn to care for babies. A resource of education about options in a crisis pregnancy. A place for women to see that they are loved no matter what choice they make.

The home needs more help. Advanced rent is required in Ghana. In case of the Fern House two years upfront. Generous donors helped to make the home possible. But there are many other ongoing needs – there are about 3 women living in the home with a growing number of women using the resources and counseling offered at the house. The house is in need of sponsors for these women and babies for food. We need water and electricity for the house. We need transportation to get women to doctor appointments; we need clothing, and baby supplies. And we need a way to educate the mothers to move into the workforce, through, education, tools, and trades. No one is being paid to do this work. Those working in Ghana are making huge sacrifices with their time and energy to bring hope. If you would like to learn more about The Fern House, or you would like to help with the needs or sponsoring a mother or child, please let us know. Most importantly keep this work in your prayers.

As always, thanks for reading my blog and stop by the Project Global Hope website.