Death Toll February 3-8, 2014
“Rescuing babies, saving
lives, one heart at a time”
Reporting from the war zone, the killing fields of Granite
Once known for their towering steel mills, now known for the
late-term baby dumping mill.
Casualty Count: Over 400,000
mother-child relationships in their 40 year reign of terror
Trip to Chicago to visit birthmother
Bag n’ Tag approx 56 babies were bagged and tagged for
medical research, pharmaceutical labs, and cosmetic firms from the
past week’s carnage.
Birthmother confirmed adoptive couple later this evening.
abortions approx 14 babies killed, CA,FL,TX,MO,IL. 1 baby saved
Snowstorm, bitterly cold!
SV up for adoption baby born 1:26 a.m. 5lbs 5 0z. It’s a BOY!
19 babies killed, 12 MO , 7 IL 1 baby saved
A couple from Missouri came back out and took our SV brochure
and confirmed they kept their baby and thanked us as they left.
21 babies killed 14 MO, 7 IL.
Again, Missouri keeps the lights on inside this slaughterhouse
as most clients came across state lines to kill and dump their dead
babies here in the fine state of Illinois whose number one
manufacturing product is “corruption”.
Approx 54 babies
killed, 2 babies saved, 4,671 babies saved since
January 2000 and
45 babies have been adopted through Small Victories.
It all began on a quiet Sunday
evening. The pregnant girl left a message; she had finally
decided to place her baby up for adoption. She wanted a closed
adoption, which means she didn’t want to know the sex of the baby
or anything. "It will be easier this way," she said.
I returned her call later that night to secure a time the following
day when we could speak at length. Matter of fact, we had several
long conversations on the phone. She was now living up north; we
were told the Bloomington area which turned out not to be true. More
like Chicago! Anyway, we were pressed for more incubating time
as she was due very soon. It was during my second conversation with
“Jenna” that the Lord spoke to me and told me it was a male
child. I kept that to myself. The next day I placed a couple
of adoptive parents profiles in the mail to get things started, but
I knew more than likely we were looking at a road trip not only to
deliver adoptive couples portfolios, but also to get to know this
girl a little bit better than just talking over the phone. A good
friend offered to drive me up north as she's familiar with the area;
a real blessing.
Unfortunately, we were also
expecting more bad weather, so we had to work around the anticipated
snowstorms about to hit us. Thank goodness her schedule was pretty
flexible, and we could do it. We headed up there on a Sunday
morning, met the young girl, gave her the profiles and spoke in
depth to her about the adoption process, making sure this was what
she really wanted. This young girl seem pretty sure of herself and
by all appearances was resigned that this was the best option for
her and the baby. We got back on the highway and headed back home.
The weather was changing again; for the worse. The next
evening the young girl called me to let me know that she had made
her decision on which couple. By that time I was beginning to feel
pretty lousy as influenza A,B&C had been making
I returned her call and she
informed me of who she wanted the baby to go to and I told her I
would let them know in the morning. As it was getting late we all
retired for the evening, or so we thought. Sometime after midnight I
got the call; my husband woke me to tell me she was going into
labor! At that point there was really nothing we could do. I knew I
was unable to drive anywhere in my ill condition, so we would have
to wait this out. “Jenna” called me ten minutes later in
distress telling me that the baby was coming. I assured her that
everything would be okay. A family member was with her. I left word
with the nurses at the hospital about the pending adoption. I
instructed the young girl to inform the staff at her admittance.
Only ten minutes after they arrived at the hospital the baby was
born. It’s a boy! He appeared healthy and a good weight. A head
full of hair. Birthmother was resting comfortably.
As soon as dawn arrived I was up
and on the phone, checking with the hospital; talking with social
workers. Everything was okay. Then I had to call the couple that was
chosen . The wife answered the phone. I asked her how close she had
been to getting a baby through all the adoption
agencies she had forked thousands of dollars into? I asked
her if she had any prospects? She said “No, they were
corresponding with a girl in China, but weren’t sure if she was
even pregnant." "So our ministry is
probably the closest you have been in achieving a
baby?” “Yes." ( That’s God!) I then asked
if she was sitting down. I then let her know that she and
her husband had been chosen for this baby! I also had to let her
know that, by the way, the baby came five and a half hours ago. She
responded that she “couldn't believe it." Then
once the initial shock wore off I explained to them the procedure
and the next step; what they needed to do and where the hospital was
located; about getting the lawyers involved, and social workers.
They still were stunned that this was happening, and being
first-time adoptive parents you can understand, but it's all good. I
hung up the phone after congratulating them, and went on to start my
day as it was "midnight abortions" Tuesday at the abortion
mill. Besides, I needed to keep my mind busy as there was
nothing more I could do from my end at the moment. So, I prayed that
this couple would make it up north before the next storm hit us; an
arctic blast that was supposed to dump another 5 or 6 inches of
snow. I called before I left for the abortion mill to make
sure that they were on their way. They were still packing and
understandably still couldn't believe that they were parents, Their
families were so excited! I told them to contact me once they
got there, which they promised to do and I went on to the abortion
mill. It never fails, you would think this
treacherous weather would keep abortion minded women at home,
but to the contrary. I guess they don’t expect anyone to be
standing in the arctic weather pleading mercy for their babies. Oh
in a blinding snowstorm outside the Granite City abortion mill we
pleaded mercy for the innocent babies scheduled to die. One precious
Illinois mother listened to our pleas and saved her 10 week old
baby. She rolled down her window and told me that she "was
more concerned about us being out there in the cold." I
replied, “We’re that innocent babies
voice." She thanked us as they left. Praise God! Very
cold! Brrr! Cars from CA,TX,FL,MO.IL.
carefully navigated our way back home as the snow kept falling and
the roads were getting worse. Once home I called to hear the couple
was almost to their destination, and the weather was horrible. They
would call me once there and settled . Exactly three hours and
fifteen minutes later our phone rang; it was them. “Cori and
Steve," were sitting in the baby nursery at the hospital on
speaker phone. Cori said “Angela, we’re here,
and I haven’t let go of him since we arrived over an hour and a
half ago. Angela, he’s so precious.” God had given me a
word to share with the couple. They would be talking with our
attorneys in the morning. The next few days would be hard as the
birthmother would relinquish her custody and terminate her rights to
the baby, but she felt this was the best thing for both of them. I
asked her why she waited so long, she told me, “she wanted
to kill the baby , but her family convinced her abortion was not the
answer and to put the baby up for adoption."
Thank you, Lord! We have since received several messages from the
couple concerning the new addition to their family. They are
Daniel and Angela,
“We just wanted to send pictures of our son “Gage
Matthew” We cannot Thank You enough for making our dreams come
true. This little boy is amazing! We are so blessed.
you!!!!! We love him so much and feel so blessed. We
could never have made this happen without you guys.
Throughout this wonderful event it’s amazing how God can
pull things together and work them out, especially in such a short
amount of time. Of course our little girl was not happy that we
didn’t bring this baby home for her, but there will be more.:) For
awhile I questioned the adoption, but someone was praying for us,
and finally I felt a sense of peace come over us several days into
the process. It's hard when you are the person who has to make the
calls to the other childless couples that were turned down, but we
encouraged them not to give up; "Keep praising God and praying
for that miracle." This was our 45th
adoption. We gave God the glory throughout it all. Until God opens
the next door, keep praising Him in the hallway!
4:6-7 “Rejoice, let your gentleness be evident to all.
The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in
everything by prayer and petition, present your request to God. And
the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard
your hearts and minds in Jesus Christ.