I know this post will probably offend some people, but, you know what? I don't really care.
I lived in Runnemede for 23 years, and in Gloucester for two years. During that time I had my son, and was pregnant with my daughter when the Army moved us to Virginia. Then we were moved to Brooklyn (Fort Hamilton) where we lived for almost three years. During that time I had both of my daughters.
Also during the latter period of my time in Runnemede the Supreme Court banned school prayer and in the early 70s said a girl/woman could have an abortion of a baby in the first two trimesters. Even back then there were reports of babies who were being saved in their fifth month, very small babies. Now, it's more common for an early birthed baby to be saved.
Today my youngest child lost a child. She carried it for almost 4 months. When she got to the ER she saw her child a little baby with hands and feet curled in a fetal position, but no heart beat. NO HEART BEAT.
I was so looking forward to that child as was my daughter and her large family of husband and 7 children.
All I can think about is all those BABIES that are being thrown into medical waste receptacles because someone made a "mistake".
Back to Runnemede in the 40s, 50s, and 60s. If a woman/girl made a mistake they had to live with it. I know there must have been girls in my high school who got pregnant without being married and were sent away to their aunt or a home for unwed mothers to have their baby and no one would know. I never heard of coat hangers being used to get rid of a baby, or doctors who would purposely take a live baby from a mother. There were no day-care centers in high schools back then. And I really don't know what I think about that.
I lost a grandbaby today. It was taken from its mother, my daughter, into the arms of Jesus, I believe, and I also believe that one day I will see that baby and somehow, I will know that baby, and two other grandbabies that have gone to heaven.
How many other babies will there be in heaven who no one will claim as their own? Think about it.
And if there is just one girl out there who is contemplating getting rid of a blob, I ask, have you ever referred during your pregnancy to the "blob" inside of me. I'll bet you have referred to your baby. Please keep your baby and if you can't take care of it, let someone adopt it. Please save your babies life.
I am mourning the loss of this child as if I had held it and laughed with it and took its picture, and then it died. It just died early and I didn't get to hold him or her, or laugh with him or her, of take a picture of him or her. God knows our grief and He will take care of the feeling of loss and give me joy in the morning.