My take on this is out of I Claudius, when Julia, for her serial and spectacular immoralities is driven from the house, and her mother sits inside the doorway listening to her daughter weeping and pleading outside.
“She cannot come back—that is her punishment; and I cannot go—that is my punishment.”
It would hurt like hell, but the important question is not how I feel about, but what the child deserves.
Good grief.
Forget I Claudius, we are talking about a child. Your blood.
Good night.