Oh my gosh. [Read more...]
Oh my gosh. [Read more...]
My mother loves the military, and I love this video she did over “Mighty Oaks” — a veteran’s organization that helps soldiers deal with their lives after deployment. The number of suicides amongst veterans is terrible. We should do something about it. [Read more...]
I found this on LifeNews, and thought it was so tragic and telling. Abortionist Lisa Harris wrote this story in “Second Trimester Abortion Provision: Breaking the Silence and Changing the Discourse” (Reproductive Health Matters 2008). She was pregnant as she was doing abortions. Read the awful story that caused her to at least pause and cry as she was dismembering a baby. It was one of those rare moments that the truth overcame her politics… at least emotionally. I’m sorry to say she kept doing abortions, even after this terrible moment.
When I was a little over 18 weeks pregnant with my now pre-school child, I did a second trimester abortion for a patient who was also a little over 18 weeks pregnant.
As I reviewed her chart I realized that I was more interested than usual in seeing the fetal parts when I was done, since they would so closely resemble those of my own fetus. I went about doing the procedure as usual, removed the laminaria I had placed earlier and confirmed I had adequate dilation.
I used electrical suction to remove the amniotic fluid, picked up my forceps and began to remove the fetus in parts, as I always did. I felt lucky that this one was already in the breech position – it would make grasping small parts (legs and arms) a little easier.
With my first pass of the forceps, I grasped an extremity and began to pull it down. I could see a small foot hanging from the teeth of my forceps. With a quick tug, I separated the leg.
Precisely at that moment, I felt a kick – a fluttery “thump, thump” in my own uterus. It was one of the first times I felt fetal movement.
There was a leg and foot in my forceps, and a “thump, thump” in my abdomen. Instantly, tears were streaming from my eyes – without me – meaning my conscious brain – even being aware of what was going on.
I felt as if my response had come entirely from my body, bypassing my usual cognitive processing completely. A message seemed to travel from my hand and my uterus to my tear ducts.
It was an overwhelming feeling – a brutally visceral response – heartfelt and unmediated by my training or my feminist pro-choice politics. It was one of the more raw moments in my life.
Doing second trimester abortions did not get easier after my pregnancy; in fact, dealing with little infant parts of my born baby only made dealing with dismembered fetal parts sadder.
Pray to end abortion in America!
You guys know I have written about Saeed Abedini, an AMERICAN CITIZEN falsely charged and imprisoned in Iran. (Here are ten articles I’ve written over the course of the past few months.) I won’t stop writing about him until he is free. [Read more...]