It was jarring to learn that my baby was going to pass away. The physician turned off the ultrasonic after realizing the baby’s issue.
” This child has no opportunity of survival”. So much for the hospital way.
When my husband and I ran before supper this trip, I was reminded of both my father and baby. A word was hidden under the windshield wiper on our way house. We turned around and read it. I was shocked, saddened, and upset. It had the following inscriptions on the backside of a document case:
My child had a broken spirit when he was born. It was supposed to be bearable, but it was n’t. Violence permeated his short, unsupervised hours of life. Bright lights, yelling, and knives and stomach vibrations. The first time I held him, it was as he died. When he was frozen in the funeral apartment, I held him for the next and last time. I apologise every day for letting him go at 20 weeks, but I really do n’t. I may have done that in a way that was both the most compassionate and caring.
I’m pro-life, so my car tags make it obvious, so I’m open to any commenters. However, I was truly moved by this one.
This person’s word said she wished she had ended her boy’s existence at 20 days. An ultrasonic that revealed her mother’s soul defect probably came at this point, in my opinion. I say this because I discovered that my child had” no prospect” after my 17-week ultrasound.
In order to determine whether the baby’s organs were strong enough for him to live, I was instructed to visit him the following year for further testing. Great Friday was the day before that, in 1994. And sure enough, his liver were no functioning.
It was recommended that I abort my girl because that’s what “everyone does” in that position. Had I done thus, it would have been right around the 20- year mark. But for me, having an abortion was never an alternative. This was our girl, and we loved him. If God wanted to take him early, so be it, but I was not going to take his life. He was his own people. And he did pass some time obstinately.
It became increasingly meaningless as I read and reread the statement. I do n’t believe it matters if you support life or do n’t acknowledge that what happened to her baby was entirely natural. Tragic, yes, but within the course of nature. The doctors made heroic efforts to keep her baby, who was struggling at birth. That’s what may occur. It’s no crime. It’s an action to save the life of a person.
Without giving the baby that opportunity, murder would have meant the baby’s life would have been ended. The violence is in the womb, giving birth to a baby’s life, and then giving birth to the mother’s lifeless body parts. And that’s not what she did. He was laid to rest in his grave. A right burial. She will be able to visit his grave. She recalls giving living to another person, just like her mother did for her. She worked closely with God to give birth to that particular child and took every precaution to protect his life.
This annoys me as evidence that lifestyle is not a corollary, in my opinion. How could she have known that the woman who shared her experience was actually the person whose vehicle she left her word on? She then has my prayer for her recovery. God thank her for arranging for a fair interment and death for her baby. We may desire for every baby with that product. I hope she realizes that she was the only one to make a decision.
People in today’s society is affected by abortion, and there needs to be a lot of healing. We may continue to kill our kids. This Mother’s Time, let us be a solution to the problem. Bring up our society. Let’s get rid of the explanation for contraception and confess our sins. Then we can initiate the long-overdue healing process that our world desperately needs.
In Northern Virginia, Clare Rowan is the mother of eight babies. She has taught theological training for more than 30 years and holds an MA in Theology from Christendom College.
