by Bethany Kerr
YOUMAGAZINEPAGE51_228x333.jpgI never am more disgusted than when I read an article like this.
Katherine Mobey, 38, explains in great detail her eugenic reasoning behind her decision to kill her first child, who through no fault of his/her own, was imperfect, having Down’s Syndrome, and exomphalos, which can much of the time be corrected with surgery.

From You Magazine:

Neil and I had been married less than a year when, in 2001, I discovered I was expecting. We were so ecstatic, we immediately went out and bought three more tests – just to be sure. The routine 12-week scan gave us the first sight of our baby and all appeared to be well.


Katherine explains about the day she found that the baby may have Down’s Syndrome:

As I walked on to the street, I was physically sick. It had been such a shattering experience. Driving home, I realized my relationship with my baby had changed.
Every pregnant woman wants the little person growing inside her to be perfect – but my dreams had turned into a fearful vision.
….We didn’t know what its life expectancy would be or what medical treatment it would need, but we did know that we would not be able to cope with a severely disabled child.
Going ahead with the pregnancy wasn’t even up for discussion. Neil stayed strong and made all the necessary arrangements.

She explains how the abortion procedure went:

The first step was to take drugs that block the pregnancy hormones and stop the baby’s heart beating. I was booked to return a couple of days later for the abortion itself.
I couldn’t see what was going on around me, but I was aware of healthy babies being born nearby. A pessary was inserted to bring on contractions and I was moved into a delivery room.
Mum sat on one side of me, knitting, Neil rubbed my feet and I had gas and air and some pethidine to ease the pain. I was told the labour would take up to 16 hours; in the event, it was only six. The midwife had asked me at the outset whether I would want to see the baby< when it was born. My reaction had been, “Oh God, no.”
I know a lot of people name and cuddle their baby.
But I couldn’t do it -hold the dead and deformed being that had been inside me. I never even found out the sex, although I have always thought of it as a girl. In the years since, I have struggled hugely with the way I rejected my baby. I know it was a dreadfully unmotherly thing to do.

Well, no kidding. What was her first clue?
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Here comes one of the most disturbing statements (to me) from Katherine’s story:

Afterwards –and I know this will sound bizarre– we were elated. Mum and Neil were saying, ‘Well done,‘ and relief flooded over me. For Mum, it had meant losing a grandchild, but she was totally supportive of our decision — her priority throughout was me.

So far, we have Katherine, her mother, who knits contentedly, her husband rubbing Katherine’s feet, while Katherine’s lies in envy of others with “healthy babies”, all while she is in the process of paying someone to tortuously murder her own baby.
Not only this, but once the deed is done, all of them congratulate themselves on a job “well done”. Sickening!
Here are the emotions that Katherine says she had to deal with after killing her child who was not perfect:

There were … conflicting emotions that I had to deal with.
First, the guilt at having rejected my baby was foremost and overwhelming. Second, I was battling with a massive sense of failure – I am the third of four children, my elder brother and sister each had two healthy children, and my younger sister Pippa had just announced she was pregnant.
….
My third irrational but very real feeling was that my body had been contaminated by having a sickly child in my womb

Of all the despicable things that a mother can say about her own child, this tops them all. The baby “contaminated” her, because he was not “normal”.
Oh but never fear! Katherine is able to find great comfort in the fact that her body was able to “decontaminate” itself from the gruesome ugliness that apparently is a Down’s Syndrome child, when she delivers a “perfect” baby girl later on.
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…. I was pushing and pushing to try for another baby, and after eight months, I fell pregnant with our daughter, Honor.
The pregnancy was fine, and tests showed nothing untoward, but that didn’t stop me having panic attacks. My life was consumed by the baby “project”.
When Honor was born, I couldn’t quite believe my ‘contaminated’ body had produced a healthy baby.
….’I no longer feel like a failure. Having my daughter proved to me that my body isn’t contaminated’….
I no longer feel a failure. I’m proud that I have such a lovely family.

Awww, how touching!

But the guilt, I realise now, I will have for ever. I pass Down’s children on the street and think, ‘I killed mine.’
I know they can be wonderfully loving. There is no escaping the reality of what I did, or the way I mentally rejected my baby. The hospital took photos, but I have never seen them, and it feels too late to go back there now.

*Cough* …Mentally rejected? Mentally? *Cough*

Abortion can never be described as an easy option. I still cry as though mine were yesterday.

Why is that? Just a moment ago you were saying how pleased you were with the job “well done!”, and how it was such a moment of relief for you! Why would that make you cry?

And yet I remain certain that, for us, it was the right decision.

What other “right decision” does one cry and obsess about every day and night? Really.

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