A nurse holds my hand throughout. It's oddly comforting.
How deceptively simple it is, if you gloss over the evacuation, if you look at it only through the eyes of self. No one to hold the baby's hand.
Mrs VS
Here's the crux of it. The child would not be the perfect person they dreamed about, so they have "no choice" but to kill it. Nice.
She had to drive two hours to get here.
I cannot find the words to describe the anger I feel right now...
I have always wanted to ask people who support abortions of babies with Downs or other birth defects because the baby isn't "perfect" what they would plan to do if their next, "perfect" babies develops autism as a infant/toddler. Would they advocate killing those children? If not, what is the difference between killing a Down's Syndrome baby in the womb and killing an 18 month old because it has autism?
They're professional. They have degrees. They have financial security. They're fit. They have healthy lifestyles. They just didn't have a conscience, or a universe that contains anything other [or more important to them] than themselves. And the kid, by not being consistent with their self image, paid the price.
And, oh yeah, they have no shame. The article proves that.
I got sick reading the article. My son does not have Down Syndrome, but there are kids with Downs who are higher functioning than he is. Doctors have never been able to tell us the why/how, but he is my wonderful treasure from God. I can't imagine a day without his laughter and love, and all that he brings to this family. But what do I know? I never went to college, don't own our own home and the only shape I'm in is round. Not the "best" parent material by this woman's standards.
The Water Bearer
A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water in his master's house.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream.
"I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you."
"Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?"
"I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path. Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."
I feel so sad when I hear of an abortion. I also feel sad when I hear of a couple, well past their prime, having children.
My 2 year old daughter has Down syndrome, a rather more serious condition than triple-X. In my mind, what this woman did (and would have done if her baby had Down S.) is an even more unspeakable crime than killing a "normal" baby. That little girl needed her mother's love and guidance even more than usual. Instead her mother hired someone two tear her to pieces.
I believe my daughter will have more goodness and wisdom in her than this woman can ever hope to have.
And the record for writers able to make a rational, coherent, moral case for abortion still stands at 0%.
But not all are as achingly, numbingly stupid as this one.
Thus, triple X syndrome most often causes no unusual physical features or medical problems. Females with the condition are usually taller than average, and their weight may be low in comparison to their height. They may have menstrual irregularities, and, although rarely exhibiting severe mental impairments, sometimes have an increased risk of learning disabilities and delayed speech and language skills.
They kill kids for that now. That's how far we've fallen. God have mercy.
Only a miscarriage of universal justice, perpetrated against one whose only "crime" was to be disabled.
The supposedly "less lovable" are at-large in this world because first of all, they are not "less lovable" in God's eyes, and secondly, their presence is a "live test" to the rest of us: A "loved" and "wanted" child says everything about us and nothing about the inherent value of that child; "unloved" and "unwanted" children likewise says everything about us and again nothing about the children themselves.
That's why, underneath the public relations, campaigns like the March of Dimes is really a campaign against the disabled, themselves. Ya "get rid" the world of disabilities, in part, by ridding the world the disabled themselves...All in the name of what again???
If what they did was "OK", why did they tell everyone she had a miscarriage?
She kills her baby, then lies to family and friends that she miscarried. What a selfish, self-centered b!tch.
btt