I received a call this afternoon from Eileen Smith, mother of Laura Hope Smith, who was killed by abortionist Rapin Osathanondh at Women’s Health Center, 68 Camp St., Hyannis, MA, on September 13, 2007.
Laura%20Hope%20%282%293.jpgLaura was 22 years old and 13 weeks pregnant. Her fiance, a soldier stationed in Iraq, left to her the “choice” whether their baby lived or died. Laura sadly chose death.
Osathanondh, still in business, operates a one-man mill. He’s the only medical professional on his premises with two sidekicks, a receptionist and a patient “hand holder”.
Incredibly, Osathanondh to this day administers general anesthesia by himself and then commits the abortion by himself. There is apparently no MA law against this.
Laura died on Osathanondh’s table. Details are unknown, but her toxicology report came back normal. Apparently, the anesthesia simply overcame her. Osathanondh may or may not have been in the room at the time. When he found her or realized she wasn’t breathing, he yelled for his receptionist to call 911, but she had already left for the day. So the hand holder called. I think she was confused and thought she was ordering a pizza. Hear for yourself….


Audio of 911 call
Transcript of 911 call:

Hyannis Dispatcher: 911. What’s the location of the emergency?
Caller: I’m at 68 Camp Street. I’m here at the Women’s Health Center.

Hyannis Dispatcher: The Women’s Heath Center?
Caller: Yes, at 68 Camp Street, Hyannis.
Hyannis Dispatcher: Okay, and what’s going on there?
Caller: Uh, well, this girl aspirated. She’s not breathing.

Hyannis Dispatcher: Okay. What’s your name?
Caller: Kim.
Hyannis Dispatcher: Kim, what’s your phone number.

Caller: It’s 508-775-7088.

Hyannis Dispatcher: 7088. I’ll have rescue right there.
Caller: Thanks.

EMTs reported Laura was DOA. They administered CPR at the mill, in the ambulance, and for an hour at the hospital. Osathanondh later met with Eileen and said he would have accompanied Laura in the ambulance, but he had another abortion waiting who had driven a long way.
Eileen lived in FL until September 13. She is now camped in Hyannis and says she will not leave until Osathanondh is shut down and arrested.
That may be a problem.
Rapin.jpgThe Public Health Department says clinic regulations don’t apply to Osathanondh because he doesn’t operate a clinic, just a doctor’s office. The Health Department was unaware of physician’s office guidelines.
The DA is waiting for the results of a second opinion autopsy report to determine whether a crime was committed. Had Osathanondh killed a dog in his office, a crime would certainly have been committed. But this was an abortion. Osathanondh may have committed no arrestable offense.
The state medical board could take Osathanondh’s license away, but it is still gathering information. Meanwhile, he aborts.
Laura was a confessed Christian. Of course Jesus hated what Laura did on September 13, but He hates the daily, minute-by-minute sins we all commit.
Eileen read to me Laura’s last journal entry, which expressed fear she was pregnant but counted on help from God, saying, “Jesus, you’ve always had my back.”
I pray for swift justice.
Eileen and her husband adopted Laura from an abusive home when she was 5. Read Eileen’s account of that process below.
The Laura Hope Smith Story
May 25, 1985 – September 13, 2007
by Eileen Smith, her mother
Laura, a Mayan Indian born into poverty in San Pedro, Honduras was a survivor. This may be a strange opening sentence to describe the daughter I just buried, but read on and you will understand.
A US/Honduran adoption agent told me it was the custom of the poor Mayan natives, when their infants became sick with life threatening illnesses to abandon them at a local hospital. Not out of indifference but out of love and a hope of a better life for them. The parents knew that they would be sent to the orphanage and adopted out of poverty and out of the country.
Laura’s abandonment to the hospital happened when she was only 11 months old. When she was well enough, she was sent to the orphanage to join the other orphans. Her earliest memory in life was of the orphanage which she confused with home and the matron, whom she thought was her mother.
An American Dr. was at the orphanage picking up his 3rd adopted child while his wife waited at home. When he saw 2 yr old Laura there, he wanted to adopt her also. Even at that young age she must have been so engaging to draw his attention over all the others. Six months later she was part of their family. But they were not to live happily ever after. The mother, seeing Laura for the first time upon her arrival in the US, never bonded with her. There were many reasons she said, and none of them made sense. Her skin was too dark, she pulled out her own hair, the list went on. The neglect and abuse started shortly thereafter.
Laura first came to our house at age 4-1/2 with a black eye and black and blue marks on her body. Her parents gave her away to me and Laura agreed to go after knowing me only 20 minutes. I had driven to their house in PA from MA after a request by the parents was made over the phone. Laura was only in my home 2 weeks when they called, they were sorry, they changed their mind. They wanted her back. I was happy for Laura. I thought they realized the error of their ways, they said they would get help and things would get better for Laura. They didn’t.
Six months later they called me. “It didn’t work out. Please take her“. I did. Two weeks later, “give her back” I had to. They had all the legal rights, I had none. They kept agreeing to release their parental rights in court so I could adopt her, they never followed thru. I continued talking to them only to keep contact with Laura. I now feared for her safety and sanity.
Six months passed again, the parents brought her back to me for a third time making more false promises.. Shortly after that, the familiar phone call came. The parents threatened to take her away, to give her to someone else if I didn’t put her on the phone immediately. I hung up on them. I cried out to God to do something and He answered. He impressed on me to call the US/Honduran adoption agent whose office was in PA. When I did, the agent was so grateful. They heard that they gave her away. They had been begging the parents for my name and number, the parents refused to give it them. We compared stories of abuse, the agent called the authorities in PA and reported them.
The agents lawyer advised me to go to court here. I arrived at the Probate Court office the next day with no child, no birth certificate, no money and a wild story. They listened intently, filed the case, waived the fees and sent me to the court room. The judge gave me temporary custody. God told me the name of the lawyer sitting next to me. She followed me out of the court room and volunteered to be Laura’s advocate. Laura never left our home from that day on. She was 5-1/2.
Following that day, there were yrs. of court hearings meant to decide Laura’s fate. The other parents never showed up, never released her for adoption, never contacted her or us. They were turned into the authorities for child abuse and blamed us for it. The best we could get was guardianship but no adoption. The parents needed to cooperate for us to be able to adopt her, they refused.
God was so good to send us a lawyer to represent us for nothing all those years. He even sent a retired judge who “adopted” Laura as his grandchild. It was through this man that we were finally able to adopt Laura. He knew the head of probate who had the authority to help us and one day he went to see him. Two weeks later she was a “real” Smith at 12 yrs old. The adoption was final. Her old parents were pressured to release and they did.
Laura didn’t know then about the many court appearances we had to go through nor the miracles that happened on her behalf. She thought the minute she parked her lone little brown shopping bag of belongings at my house that she was a Smith. We let her think that.
In the beginning I thought I had rescued her and given her a new life, but as time went on I believed we received so much more from her. Laura had a beautiful, loving spirit. She sang with the voice of an angel, danced and put on shows, wanted to be carried and had a constant smile on her face. She clung to us and never asked about her other mother. Instantly she was the baby sister of 3 older siblings. She blossomed. Everyone who met her, loved her instantly.
That didn’t change as she grew older. She was like the pied piper. There was always a group of kids following her around. The parents of her friends always wanted her to come back to visit them! Laura made everyone feel like they were her best friend, she loved everyone and extended grace where grace was lacking. In high school there were at least 5 boys in love with her at the same time. This past April Laura got engaged to her high school sweetheart who was getting shipped out to Iraq in July. She became pregnant before he left for overseas.
Laura never made distinctions with people. All were worthy of her attention and friendship. Her friends were her life. If she could just work and spend all her time with them, she was in heaven. When she was offered a great job promotion to NJ, she told me her “heart hurt” to think of leaving Cape Cod and her life there.
Laura turned down the job and returned to Cape Cod from the summer spent with us at the New Jersey shore. She arrived home on a Friday and died the following Thursday. The life that she returned to was taken from her.
So you see how Laura was a survivor. She survived abandonment, life threatening illness, rejection, abuse, and loss…. What she didn’t survive was the abortion that took her life on September 13, 2007.

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