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 realised 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.
How sad that this woman, who was clearly hearing from God, chose to ignore His message. I pray for her repentance and change of heart, for surely she will never receive a clearer opportunity for transformation than the one she has chosen to ignore.
I could not read the whole post. It is as if reading the memoires of a serial killer, who abhores his crime but is also consumed with it. Same mind set.
We must fight injustice and this wickedness with ever breath we have.