The next day, at a clinic near my home, I felt my son’s budding life end as a doctor inserted a needle through my belly into his tiny heart. She had trouble finding it because of its abnormal position. As horrible as that moment was — it will live with me forever — I am grateful. We made sure our son was not born only to suffer. He died in a warm and loving place, inside me.
So you're grateful that you were able to kill your son?
Because that's what you do when you abort: you end suffering by eliminating the sufferer.
That's not ethical.
A baby born in pain can be comforted. He could have died in a warm, loving parental embrace.
I share my story in the hope that our leaders will be more responsible and compassionate when they weigh what it means to truly value the lives of women and children.
Cut the BS. Killing one's child is compassionate? Eliminating life is valuing life? Give me a break. Stop the Orwellian doublespeak.