This dramatic blog post by a 30-something man is worth reading all the way through. But here is the long story short:

While I’ve always been pro-choice (as far as I can remember), I was never particularly concerned with it as my primary issue…. Then I had to wrestle with this issue in my own life. My wife was pregnant….

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Things were fine, until about six weeks in. Then she started to have some bleeding…. [W]e find out that no, the baby is fine. We even get an ultrasound, far earlier than you usually get one. There we can see this tiny creature with a tiny heartbeat. Unfortunately, the bleeding just continued, nonstop….

And so we discussed possibly terminating the pregnancy, because it was very alarming for my wife, and also we didn’t want to take this further only to find out it wasn’t viable. Thankfully, we had such an option….
Another week passes, they do another ultrasound. Things look great. I’m amazed at how much the little bugger has grown just in a few weeks, more than doubling in size. We’re getting close to 10 weeks….
We were watching TV on the bed at home… Then she started bleeding more. She panicked. She took off to the ER without even waiting for me to get dressed to go with her…. Her blood pressure is steadily dropping…. So we go for another ultrasound in the ER…. And yet, again, the little bugger is holding on and actually is fine even as its mother is bleeding out….
Now the blood pressure numbers are even lower… 60/40…. My wife is still awake, but a bit out of it from the drugs. They start pumping a transfusion into her….
Nothing is stopping the bleeding…. So that leaves only surgery as a possibility. Surgery means hosing her out. It means killing the baby…. [T]he doctor said she is no longer able to legally consent. Now I’m handed a clipboard. On it is consent to basically give my wife an abortion and kill our future child. And it is all on me, my decision, mine alone…. Made worse by being a decision of either kill the baby or potentially watch both my wife and the baby die….
So then there I was, facing the sort of choice that you usually see only in hypotheticals in ethics and philosophy classes. Only it was real. It was my wife. And I didn’t have exactly a lot of time to think about it. It was just me and the clipboard. An empty line there, marked for my signature. My wife bleeding right next to me. The ultrasound of my baby, and its heartbeat, fresh in my mind from minutes before. I cannot begin to describe how I felt at that moment….
[T]hey took her up for what they said would be a 20 minute surgery. Even more ironically, they took us up to one of the pre-delivery rooms to prep her for the surgery. It turned out to be the very same room we were in before our first (and thus far only) child was born. Oh how the feelings were different this time around…
I sat there, wondering if I’d at least get my wife back after this. Then 20 minutes passed, and nothing. Thirty minutes. Forty. Forty five. I started to get worried and thought all sorts of horrible things that I will not put words to. Mainly, then, I start to think about the abortion debate. About pro-lifers, in particular. I think about all those meddling politicians that would want to interject themselves into everything that just happened to me, interject themselves between me, my wife, and her doctors. And then I had a strong, visceral reaction. I wanted the [expletive] to die. I wanted to rip off their heads and tear out their hearts, because how DARE they play politics with my wife’s life? The baby was fine until the end. I wondered if that would have meant they’d force us to let my wife bleed until almost death before they’d let us abort, because well, if she’s not near death, then it is just a ‘health’ exception, and we can’t have that! F-them. F-them all. They can f-ing die, as far as I’m concerned. This was what went through my mind as I sat there, waiting to see if, after my baby died, my wife had died as well. I still feel that visceral reaction when I think about it, though not quite as strong – right then and there, if someone pro-life walked in and started talking about it to me, I very well might have physically attacked them….
Finally, the doctors come out and tell me she’s fine and headed to recovery….
Obviously, I’m still pro-choice. And I do still say that I’ll personally never have an abortion. But if anyone tells me politicians should meddle in what should be between one’s doctor and one’s self, I’ll tell them, politely, to go f-themselves, and then explain why.

What a story. I feel badly for this guy. I want to set one thing straight, however, which he should know because he says he’s an attorney. Abortion has never been illegal to save the life of a mother. and it never will be. The incident he described sounds like one of those scenarios.
[Hat tip: JivinJehoshaphat]

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