My granddaughter was born 3 months premature. She weighed 1 pound 10 oz. She CRIED when they pulled her into the bright, cold cruel world. She spent the next 3 months in one of the best neo-natal units in America (Kosair Hospital in Louisville, KY) - luckily right across the Ohio River from where we all live - and she came home at a tad over 4 lbs just before her actual ‘due date’. No complication, infections or surgeries... (I think the power of prayer had a lot to do with that)
One day I have ‘Mom & Dad’ in the car on our way to one of our nearly daily ‘visits’. We passed a very respectful, quiet, orderly protest of praying folks standing in front of a ‘Women’s Health Clinic’ in downtown Louisville. I’d never noticed it before. Very low key. I circled the block and pulled over in front of them. One of the ladies came up after I rolled down the window and I told her where we were going and why. I also told her that babies just as viable and even more developed were just tossed in the trash at places like that.
Under-developed and tiny, she was still very much a baby. No one with eyes could not recognize that unless they willingly lied to themselves because they think they are so much smarter than the rest of the world.
‘Born’ in January instead of April, her name is Autumn and she now weighs nearly 9 lbs and is smiling and cooing. She’s perfect in every way.
If true, may I suggest “feet first into the wood chipper”?