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Eating Disorders and Pregnancy: A Silent Crisis

I have anorexia and pregnancy terrifies me.

It was only about a month ago that I had the sucker-punch realization that my period was three weeks late. This may sound odd to many women, how could you not notice that it had been that long since your last cycle? However, for me it’s rather normal. Due to over 10 years in an active eating disorder, as well as other factors, I’ve never had a regular period. In fact, I spent a solid 2 years of my early 20’s in a period of amenorrhea, no cycle at all. It’s only been the past year and a half or so that I’ve had something regular that resembled a cycle. So pregnancy has always been the farthest possibility from my mind…

…until I sat with my husband while we waited for the pregnancy test to deliver its news.

No, I wasn’t pregnant. That has not yet been my story. But in those 5 minutes, every possible outcome and worry ran deep into my bones.

Our family plans have been plagued by a dichotomous elephant that eating disorders send parading into the room. “What if I can’t get pregnant? What if the years of damage I have done to my body are too much?” And then the other possibility: “what if I am?!”

Don’t get me wrong, we would love to be pregnant one day! Seeing friends and family embarking on their own adventures of growing their families is one of the most exciting and difficult things to watch. So much joy for the love and the beauty of new life; so much pain at the possibility that I we might never have such a joy of our own. We are not ready to begin trying, but I know that when we do, our journey will likely have many more variables complicating things.

Eating disorders are disturbances in eating or eating-related behaviors that results in impairments in physical and mental health and in life functioning. Common eating disorders include Anorexia Nervosa (restriction of food intake and an intense fear of weight gain) Bulimia Nervosa (episodes of binge eating followed by some kind of compensatory behavior to prevent weight gain) and Binge Eating Disorder (episodes of binging without compensatory behavior). Eating disorders are serious issues as they have the highest mortality rate of any mental illness, with estimations between 10-20% mortality (NEDA, 2018)

Eating disorders can create a laundry list of complications in pregnancy, as the mother’s body may not be strong or nourished enough to support a growing baby. Issues such as premature labor, low birth weight, stillborn or fetal death, delayed fetal growth, respiratory issues, gestational diabetes, pre-eclampsia, and miscarriage can be brought about by a mother’s eating disorder. It is recommended that a mother achieves and maintains recovery before attempting to conceive. Specific closely monitored care from a treatment team is always indicated throughout the pregnancy.

The ironic issue is that many women with eating disorders struggle with infertility because their body recognizes when it is unable to support and grow another life. Most women with active anorexia as well as about 50% of women with active bulimia don’t have menstrual cycles or have irregular cycles (AmericanPregnancy.org, 2018). Due to this “assumed infertility,” unplanned pregnancy rates are actually higher among women with eating disorders as they may have had unprotected sex around an unexpected cycle.

Pregnancy can bring about many non-health related fears in the mother as well. Many eating disorders arise from a need to control one’s own body, often stemming from some form of trauma or sexual abuse. The state of pregnancy, so embraced by some, can be a traumatic crisis. Sharing your body with someone else for a time and having your hunger and hormones seemingly taken over can be extremely triggering to someone with an eating disorder history, even one that has lain dormant for years. Additionally, the expected weight gain can seem monumental and impossible, creating a true crisis in the mother’s world targeting her deepest fear.

Conflicting emotions often run rampant in the mothers mind, tearing her between her motherly instincts and her illness. One of the most rampant fears is the very real one of not adequately nourishing your child. The criminalization of miscarriage only puts additional pressure and stress around the already difficult situation.

The most difficult piece is the shame that accompanies all of the above aspects of eating disorders and pregnancy. This shame leads to secrecy and the most toxic part of the issue: nobody talks about it! Mothers hide their disorders, further endangering their children and themselves and often sparking deep depression and anxiety surrounding their motherhood. This issue, where 1 in 5 deaths are by suicide, is only made worse by being shrouded in the shadows of shame and silence.


At Two Lines (formerly Advice & Aid), we shatter that silence by providing a safe place where women can receive support for their crisis. Pregnancy can be tough, and an eating disorder can make it exponentially tougher, but Two Lines (formerly Advice & Aid) strives to walk with women through the difficulty and provide them with information, support, and referrals for counseling and care that they need to navigate their way through.

Awakening: Learning You Are Not Alone in Your Loss

One of the most powerful and healing weeks in the Awakenings program is the week that you name your baby.  I had no concept of the significance and power that I would experience by simply inviting God in to that part of me.  Not only did He know every detail about my baby, He knew every detail about me.  I already knew that in head knowledge, my heart knowledge was about to get schooled.

Psalm 139:13-16  For it was you who created my inward parts; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.  I will praise you because I have been remarkably and wonderfully made.  Your works are wonderful, and I know this very well.  My bones were not hidden from you when I was made in secret, when I was formed in the depths of the earth.  Your eyes saw me when I was formless; all my days were written in your book and planned before a single one of them began.

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God whispered into my quiet early-morning journaling…  “I did not desire or will your abortion story but I was there in that valley, knowing all that you went through.  It wasn’t your desire to be there either – you just didn’t want to be a shame or pain to anyone anymore.  I know.  You went along and silently agreed so that you would look better.  You might hide the abortion or deny it to yourself but you can’t hide from the impact.  It is too severe.  In that circumstance you are ground zero and need to heal the wounds from it.”

Thank God for His grace!  In the pride of maintaining reputation, the decision was made by a parent that I would abort.  The arrangements were made.  I felt both as a puppet and totally numbed, simultaneously.  Nothing mattered.  I was already walking in shadows and feeling very alone.  Circumstances had me empty enough to choose the arms of a quite unloving young man.  And so, when all was said and done, I was utterly isolated.  Neither my baby, my experience nor my wounds would be spoken of for years.  They slept in my soul as wounds that would only be healed when gently stirred to awareness by God’s grace and by loving people that He sent to me.  I found myself at the Awakenings study.

Now I didn’t know that I was hurting so much because of the loss.  I just thought the manifestations of my abortion were natural parts of my personality, characteristics and inherited traits.  When the week to name my baby arrived in the study, I felt kind of dumb.  I had been raised to just let the past stay there.  To not bring it up.  Why or how I was going to name a child that I didn’t know the sex of and had denied the existence of for so long baffled me.

I struggled to believe that God could truly go to this part of my life and love me still.  I guess I thought I deserved to feel bad.  It was like a hidden idol – my pain – taken as plunder from the battles of my adolescence.  In Joshua 7 there is a story about hiding things from God and the destruction that comes from that.  Which is funny really, because God knew all about the things hidden in that story and He knows all about the things I hid from Him.  And there is a beautiful use of what was initially a horrible end to that story in Joshua 7.  That person, Achan, and his entire family were destroyed in Joshua.  Their bodies were buried under stones and the place where it happened was called the Valley of Achor which means the valley of trouble!  Hiding from God was commemorated by death.

But God knew that this valley of trouble would turn out for something beautiful!  In Hosea He declares it: “Therefore I am now going to allure her; I will lead her into the wilderness and speak tenderly to her.  There I will give her back her vineyards, and will make the Valley of Achor a door of hope.”  (2:14-15)

BINGO.  God can make the deepest valleys of trouble into places where hope is opened up to us!  Each, every single one, no exceptions to the details of the valley.  He can and does open up hope for us.

That was also what God was giving me.  He was turning my hidden into hope.  I thought I could conceal my abortion and that way it wouldn’t hurt anyone any further – let the past stay in the past.  I couldn’t see that hidden past was already hurting my marriage, my children, my friendships and my trust in God’s love for me!  Every important thing was being touched.

During the naming your baby week of study I was sure I would go to the next meeting with a lot of unfilled blanks in my book.  I was wrong.  The directions were to pray for God to reveal things to you that you might not already know; things like your baby’s sex and name.  I didn’t know much else but I knew that at least I could pray.  And so that is what I did.

I woke very early the next morning with a word imprinted in my mind.  A name!  The word was “Dale.”  Now, I knew this word, this name, had to be from God because Dale is a name that I probably would not choose if given the choice.  Dale…  I thought about it.  Ok, so my baby must have been a boy.  I crawled from my bed to write down the name.

God spoke.  “Dale.  What do you think that name means, daughter?”  I googled.  Dale is an English name that means “lives in the valley.”  I felt a little condemned.  I knew that my life had been dark but I didn’t want my life to be permanently declared in the depths through naming a lost child after it.

God spoke.  “Yes, a valley is a dark place.  Where have you heard valleys spoken of in my Word?”  Psalm 23 came to mind right away.  “Even when I go through the darkest valley, I fear no danger, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.”  Psalm 23:4

The truth lay like a neon sign in the darkness of my fears.  God had been there!  He had been with me in the valley of my hidden sin.  He was guiding me and defending me though I had chosen to stray.  He wanted me to eternally know that truth, memorialized in the naming of my child, Dale.

I wondered if that was all.  It was beautiful and I had the idea that a middle name might be even more beautiful.  So I asked.

In the early morning hours of the next day another word was imprinted on my mind.  “Yael.”  Hmmmmm, I was lost.  I thought I remembered a biblical character with that name.  Again, I googled.

“Yael” means mountain goat.  Now, if I didn’t exactly love the name Dale you can imagine my feelings at this point.  I didn’t know how to pronounce that name let alone appreciate it.  (It does NOT rhyme with Dale, thank goodness, but is pronounced more like Ya-elle.) “One who lives in the valley” and “mountain goat” didn’t seem to mix.  But as I read further God spoke again and I saw as my heart softened to His words.  Yael was a female character in the bible who had been passionate for God, cutthroat in her obedience and wise in her methods.

He was actually a she.  Dale can be gender neutral, but Yael is clearly feminine.  God shared the sex of my baby with me in perfect clarity.  Dale Yael was the name God had held for my baby girl.

Yael literally means mountain goat, but also means “strength of God” or “God’s strength.”  Jackpot.  These mountain goats aren’t cute little animals at a petting zoo.  No – they are a different type of mountain ibex that are skilled and beautifully enabled to maneuver the heights.

The gracious God of my strength spoke:   In Psalm 18:32-33 it says “God – he clothes me with strength and makes my way perfect.  He makes my feet like the feet of a deer and sets me securely on the heights.”

The truth was apparent through this gorgeous baby name that I never would have dreamed up!  God had been present with me in the valley, guiding and protecting me.  God had enabled me to grow strong through this experience and had given me His strength, enabling me to walk securely on the heights.  God assured me through Dale Yael that His love is constant.  The Sovereignty of God infiltrates all of the experiences of a human life with a restorative grace that denies neither the depth of the sin nor the height of His love.  God, through the highs and lows of life, has enabled me to walk confidently in His love!

None of it was wasted.  Our omnipotent and omniscient Father loved me through it all and loved my lost daughter, Dale Yael, through it all.  He wanted me to know that he was actually a she – a girl who was already with him eternally and whose God-given name would always remind me of His great, powerful love.  I know she is with Him and that one day I will have the privilege of meeting her again.  Until then and always, Jesus my God will be the God of both the hills and the valleys of my life.


If you missed the first part of this precious story, you can read it here.

Perhaps your story contains some of the same elements as this one . . . past decisions that lead to regret and hurt today. Your loss is real, and your pain can impact you in ways (and in years to come) that you never imagined.

It’s time to begin your healing.

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When Pregnancy Doesn’t Go As Planned – This is What Brave Looks Like

We all know that life doesn’t always turn out like we planned. But it’s what we do with those unexpected events that define us . . . that shape us . . . that bring out our  inner, sometimes hidden, bravery.

This is a true story shared with us of one lady who certainly had the unexpected thrown at her. There are those who would have pushed her to make a different decision with her life. But she is the very definition of bravery – looking for the good, holding tightly to what she knew was right, and getting help. And oh the help she got! She found a place that could help her stay brave, even when she felt anything but. Her story is inspiring. This is what brave looks like!


When I was a little girl I used to watch my mom anytime she did anything; from cooking and cleaning to helping a sister or brother of mine.  I remember the day I looked at her and decided that that was what I wanted to be when I grew up: a mommy.  I know for a fact that the thought of parenting a special needs child was not what I envisioned at that moment.  Two years ago when my husband and I found out we were having a baby we instantly began to dream of what she’d look like, what she’d talk like, what her favorite color would be, whose smile she’d have.  But never in our wildest dreams did we imagine a baby girl who couldn’t see.  We had dreams and hopes for her.  One year ago when we received the news that she would likely never see, I experienced pain that I never knew existed.  I remember crying and begging God to change the circumstances.  I felt robbed of not only my dreams, but hers.  HOW would we get through life???

Through a lot of hurting and shedding tears, I finally worked up the strength and courage to change my view, my attitude, and my questions.  I went from asking God, “Why did you punish her like this?” to “What are we going to gain, and how are we going to bless others with this?”  From the very day my husband and I decided to share her diagnosis with Two Lines (formerly Advice & Aid), NEVER – not even once – did anyone judge her or us.  Two Lines (formerly Advice & Aid) staff  were one of the first people I opened up to about our sweet baby girl’s medical diagnosis.  What others see as them doing their job, I saw as an example of God’s timing.  Listening to my broken heart and heavy spirit and lifting me up in spirit is beyond miraculous to me. They knew I needed an ear to be heard, a room to feel safe, and a person to hold my hand and pray strength over me and my family.  I’ve never had a lot of friends or people to talk to.  So when I showed up faithfully every week to Journeys or Bridges, and someone asked me how I was doing or simply reminded me that they’re praying for me, it made me feel special.  The genuine love and care for my baby girl made me feel proud of her.  To see how much people love her for who she is, not what she has.  Two Lines (formerly Advice & Aid) was more than a weekly commitment.  It was my safe place.  My place to be open and honest.  The place I turned to when I felt alone.  The staff embraced our family with open arms and walked side by side with us in our journey down what at first looked like a dark road.  The love and support, prayers and guidance, helped us see the light at the end of the tunnel.

About a year later, when my baby boy came at 29 ½ weeks gestation, I began to fall into a never-ending black hole of worrying and stress.  I felt like I was in over my head for sure!  Raising a visually impaired toddler, recovering from a C-section, and taking care of a fragile little premie for 2 months in a tiny little room were overwhelming.  I felt the worst I had ever felt in my life.  At moments, thoughts of suicide and other bad things flooded my mind.  One day I received a card from Two Lines (formerly Advice & Aid) staff that simply said encouraging things, and what to others may seem like nothing at all, to me it meant the world to know that people were rooting for me!  Two Lines (formerly Advice & Aid) was more than materialistic help to me and my family.  For me personally it was often times one of the only things keeping me going.  For my kids, now 1 year and 2 years old, it was a place to go and feel loved on.  Not because they didn’t get that at home, but because even their tiny little hearts felt the warmth of many true hearts there.  For my husband, it was a place to go when he could not feel comfortable with his own family.  It was a group of people who, not only showed up and did their jobs, but showed up and made a difference in our lives.  Through a phone call, an email, a hug, a smile, a small gift, an act of kindness, or – in my case – an angel from above.

I want to thank every single person who over the past two years took even a moment to pray for me and my family.  Thank you for being such a Godly example.  Thank you for every hug.  Thank you for “the little things.”  For accepting me and my family.  For the friendships.  Thank you for the generosity.  For the time and effort put into every little moment.  Thank you for believing in the purpose of every little heartbeat born.  Thank you for helping me be the best mom I can be for my two little blessings.  Thank you for the resources.  Thank you for the motivation.  Thank you for being the only strength we had some days.  Thank you for showing us what a family is supposed to be.  It’s not what we have or don’t have, it’s what we do with what we’ve been given.  It’s about loving and caring, and giving.  Giving a hug, a hand, an ear, or a smile.  Thank you for allowing us to be part of the Two Lines (formerly Advice & Aid) family.  I hope that sooner or later I can be as big of a blessing to someone like you all were to me.


If you have recently gotten some unexpected news dealing with pregnancy, you know how alone, scared and unsure life can leave you feeling. But the above story is one of hope. She found exactly what she needed at Two Lines (formerly Advice & Aid), and you can, too!

This is what brave looks like. The good news is that we can help you find that inner brave. You aren’t alone!

When the Ugly & Unplanned Ends Beautifully

This woman has willingly giving us permission to share her story so that others can realize there is hope in the midst of a difficult situation. All client experiences with Two Lines Pregnancy Clinic (formerly Advice & Aid Pregnancy Center) are kept with the highest confidence. The stories that are shared come from the real-life experiences that our clients, staff and volunteers had during their unplanned pregnancy.

Her name has been removed but her story is true.


Pregnant and No Where to Turn
When I was 18, I found out I was pregnant. It was very unexpected and I knew my parents would be very upset. When my mom found out, she told me that I couldn’t live there with a baby and that she would not be helping me. I started going to Two Lines (formerly Advice & Aid) and tried to make it work with my son’s dad. I was young and scared and I felt so alone.

After a few months of being pregnant, my son’s dad got physically and verbally abusive and it just kept escalating. Not having anywhere really to go, I charged everything on credit cards and jumped from place to place. I didn’t have a job, place to live or a car. My son’s paternal grandma let me stay with her for the last few months of my pregnancy and a few months after he was born.

After my son was born, the abuse got even worse. The family on my son’s dad’s side were the only ones I had that accepted me, but they started blaming me for what was happening. I ended up leaving that situation with my son, a car seat, a stroller and a bag full of diapers because it’s all I could carry. I went to a shelter for battered women.

The team at Two Lines (formerly Advice & Aid) helped me find an affordable apartment. My son was sick and had two surgeries in his first year. I just kept going to their meetings every week and it helped me get through it all. I could talk to other moms and get advice and support from the ladies that worked there. Patty’s Closet was the only way I could ever get diapers, wipes and clothes for my son.

I decided I wasn’t going to accept this life and I wanted to be able to provide for my son. I had two jobs and did everything I could. Once, within two weeks of my car breaking down, I got a call from Two Lines (formerly Advice & Aid) asking if I knew how to drive a stick shift. Someone had donated a car! This really saved me! It got me to work so I could continue to better myself.

Making Life Changes
After I was gifted a car, I decided I wasn’t going to let this anonymous donor down. I had to make something of my life, even though everyone had told me I wouldn’t ever amount to anything because of past decisions.

Only Two Lines (formerly Advice & Aid) believed that I could make something of my life!

It took me about three years to really begin moving. I was so beat down from the abuse and dealing with a sick child that I felt hopeless for a long time. I decided to go back to school to get my RN, and began working on prerequisites for that. During that time, I worked two full time jobs, one part time job and cleaned houses on the side. I graduated as an RN in 2009, began working in dialysis and have been with the same company ever since. I earned my Bachelor’s degree in 2012 and became a facility administrator, where I am now the administrator of a clinic in which I have over 100 patients and directly supervise about 20 teammates. My plan is to return to school to earn my Master’s Degree in Organizational Leadership.

My son is now 16 years old and thriving. Raising him has been difficult due to his struggle with PTSD from the abuse of his dad. He also has ADHD, anxiety and is bipolar. He was diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder about six years ago. He had been hospitalized eight times in psychiatric facilities before we got this diagnosis.

My son is high functioning and we have done so much to help him be able to live a “normal” life. He started working this past summer and I can’t wait to see him graduate from high school in a few years. I got married in 2011 to a great man who accepts my son as he is and acts as a father figure to him. I even gained a daughter when we married.

I really believe that I would have never made it without Two Lines (formerly Advice & Aid). The support I found there from the other girls who were in my situation, the listening ears of the ladies that worked and volunteered there, and the amazing donations that made it possible for me to be able to get diapers and other items were invaluable. The fact that someone thought enough of me/others in the program to donate a car was absolutely life-changing.


This is a story of incredible strength, bravery and beauty. But the writer isn’t someone who has supernatural strength. She simply had a will to make it, the internal drive to support and love her baby . . . and the right help at the right time from those who could truly help meet her emotional and physical needs.

If you have recently found out that you are pregnant, but aren’t sure how – for whatever reason – you are going to make it, take encouragement away from this story.

Here is someone who thrived despite all of the odds against her.
You can too.
You just need the same support and help that she found.
And it’s all right here . . . waiting for you!

Hannah’s Pregnancy Story of Hope

When I found out I was pregnant, I was 17. We were in high school.

It was really scary. I, at 17, didn’t know what to expect.

Telling my parents was one of the scariest things I have ever done.

So begins Hannah’s story. Seventeen, pregnant, scared.

Her story begins like so many of the stories we hear every day.  Some of the circumstances may change, but their stories are so similar . . . Unexpected. Pregnant. Scared.

Hannah now has the gift of looking back on that frightening time in her life. She – along with her family – share not only what they went through at the time, but also what they are experiencing now.

Today? Hannah’s story is ending very differently than it started. It’s beautiful – and we hope encouraging to anyone who might have a story similar to Hannah’s!


We know that if you are at the start of your story… at the part where you are scared and unsure…you might not be confident as to your next step. You know you need to take one, but you are unsure.

That’s ok. Hannah felt that way, too. But her story has such a beautiful outcome because she connected with Two Lines (formerly Advice & Aid). It just might be the step you need to take to ensure that your story – from beginning to end – is equally as beautiful!

Lives Are Precious – From the Womb to the End of a Life Long-Lived

Here at Two Lines (formerly Advice & Aid), we spend much of our day focusing on the preciousness of life at it’s earliest stages. We believe passionately that each life is valuable and precious, and deserves a chance at living.

But we are not only passionate about the preciousness of unborn lives. A friend of Two Lines (formerly Advice & Aid) recently wrote this article highlighting the beauty of lives that were well-lived, and honored at their end by family.

No matter the trials, difficulties or unexpectedness of a life, it is worth the fight to treat it with dignity . . . giving honor to it’s value, no matter the stage!


In April of 2009 we received word from the surgeon:  Dad had a very rare and aggressive form of abdominal cancer.  They had seen it twice before at the hospital.  Both patients were much younger.  Both were diagnosed earlier.  Neither had survived.  Dad made the decision to forego aggressive cancer treatments and live what was left of his life.  As we had been told would happen, he slept more and more until He died on June 10th.

Jump forward 2 ½ years.  Same setting:  Same hospital.  It is now December, 2011.  This time it was Mother and the diagnosis was lung cancer . . . very advanced.  What?!!  Mother had never smoked!  She tried a couple of available treatments, but in May, 2012 we were told the treatment wasn’t working and she probably had a very short time to live.  Like Dad, Mother opted to forego further treatment and enjoy what time she had left.  Over the next 100 days, my Mother demonstrated what dying with grace looks like, enjoying the people she loved and trusting God until the very end.  On August 26, 2012 Mother died.

As I look back on that time in my life, it is so very bitter sweet.  On the one hand, in just over three years I lost both of my parents to cancers that had them beat before they knew there was a battle to fight.  Dad was 78 when he died; Mother was 81.  It felt too soon.  I remember waking up the morning after Mother died and absent-mindedly bringing up FaceBook on my phone.  As always, it asked for my “Status Update”.  I was tempted to type in, “Orphan.”

On the other hand, my siblings and I had rallied together, coordinated our calendars, worked hard around the clock and cared for both of our parents in their final days in the home that Dad had built by hand and where they had spent their entire married life.  We had divided up shifts, prepared meals, organized medical equipment, treatments and drugs, worked with Hospice and provided high-quality and loving care for our parents.  We talked together, laughed and cried together, had some of the best family time we had experienced since we had all established our own homes as adults.  We finished the job exhausted, but we finished well.  We had truly honored our Father and our Mother in the best way possible.  We had participated in the sacred experience of caring for them as they died.

I look back with a feeling of satisfaction and sadness.  Those final days with my parents are just as dear as the first ones with my babies.

At Two Lines (formerly Advice & Aid), we believe that all life is precious.  From the moment of conception to our final breath, we believe that each person is unique and created for a purpose.  Until that final breath has come, that purpose has not been completed.  Honoring God’s schedule is both sacred and a blessing.