Posted on 11/23/2011 2:48:54 PM PST by NYer
Tim Tebow’s mother was urged - brow beaten, really - by two different doctors, to abort him. I think Tim should raise millions to run ads to let mothers around the world know that, and NEVER listen to scumbag “doctors” who push women to abort. This story did NOT have to happen.
The ultrasound clinician said she checked three times before the termination because she didn't want to make a mistake.
The woman's husband, a nurse, a doctor and the ultrasound clinician, who was reportedly inconsolable as a result of the error, were in the room at the time of the procedure.
So, the clinician (is that a technician?) is "inconsolable"... And all she can say is that she checked 3 times to make sure she was killing the right baby.
Read more details HERE . Lord, have mercy on us!
"Tragedy"?
It was a bad day when the word "tragedy" escaped from the Literary Criticism corral and jumped into the Stupid Journalists' Stylebook. This was no "tragedy." It was a deliberate murder.
Everyone involved in the murder professes sorrow. Not for murder, but for "bungling" a murder.
You just want to take people and shake them.
Well, maybe this will shake them.
He is perfect.
Like you, I can't understand how one could give up on their children so easily. Even if they were cash-strapped, they could put it up for adoption. Couldn't they give it a chance...just a chance..at living before ending it's life so cruelly?
I'm reserving my sympathies for the children.
Sen Boxer tells us it’s not a person yet. Only a baby out in the open air is a person.
I agree with you - I CAN'T STAND it when they use the word "tragedy" for situations like this, when they should be using the word "ATROCITY"!!! A car wreck is a tragedy, a hurricane/tornado is a tragedy, a cancer patient dying is a tragedy - deliberately killing babies (abortion), shooting down/blowing up people, etc. are ATROCITIES!!!
Sadly, beware of what they tell you in hospitals.
I have sympathy for this uninformed woman. She really lacks the knowledge of how to handle such a situation.
I’m guessing that there is some information missing here.
I carried twins, and their is a condition called twin-to-twin transfusion syndrome.
http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0002562/
Sometimes if they don’t abort one, you will lose both.
I prayed that didn’t happen to me because I would hate to make that kind of decision.
In the other article, it said the sick twin had a very severe heart defect that would require multiple surgeries and he still might not survive. I don’t think TTTS causes heart defects? And a heart defect doesn’t put the other twin at risk.
And even if TTTS were the problem here, at 32 weeks, you can just deliver both babies.
Third trimester.
Fully viable.
Murder X 2.
It definitely can cause heart defects, but you are right about delivering both at 32 weeks.
To the abortionist that’s just a side effect. No matter, on to the next case.
My daughter has to write an essay for her Bible class that is about trying to convince a Christian that abortion is wrong. She has to use Biblical and medical reasons.
I told her that doctors make mistakes, and your son is an example of that.
My daughter has been fairly traumatized the past few weeks by her Bible teacher. My daughter says she was very naive about abortion. At 15, she knows a heck of a lot more than I never knew even until I had a baby.
..This woman had two viable babies...although one had a defect....
...She could have birthed both babies, and held the sickly one and just loved it.
But no, she wanted it dead....
...what kind of mother does this?
Years ago, a friend of mine was pregnant and found out the child probably wouldn't make it....
..she carried that baby to term....gave birth....and lovingly held her till God took her home.....
Yea there are words for this..
“The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away”
This country has some form of “socialized medicine” however it is very discrimatory towards people esp children with births defects.
I saw a news show about a medical doctor that was going to transfer from Germany but this country would not let his youngest son come because he had down syndrome and did not want that on their socialized medicine. Reason being down syndrome is too costly to treat. Mind you they begged this doctor to come from Germany then deny his down syndrome child!
I am telling you this because I am almost sure she was somehow coherst into having the abortion. Not forced as in China but like the doctor from Germany, told that the socialized medicine could not (would not) pay for a sick child.
At 32 weeks, they could have delivered them both by section and they would have no longer been sharing blood. My daughter was delivered at 33 weeks and was perfectly healthy.
I was toxemic.
Sure. Here is the full scoop.
In 2001, I hemmoraghed carrying my second child. She was 2 months premature, her medical bills were astronomical, and despite having insurance, we were buried for years under medical debt. In between, I have 2 freeze and scrapes for pre-cancerous cells in my uterus. In 2004, I miscarry at 12 weeks.
So when I found myself pregnant again, at almost 40 years old, my OBGYN was very concerned. He saw something in the sonogram and asked for an extended sono series.
Those doctors told me that my son had a 2-vessel umbilical cord (typically an indicator of severe genetic abnormalities). Some scary stats were tossed my way; 67% chance of cognitive impairment, 33% of severe heart deformities, 25% chance of being stillborn, etc.
They wanted to do an amniocentisis to determine exactly what was wrong with him. Given my advanced years and history of premature abruption, I refused.
"God gave me this child," I told them. "It's your job to see that he's born alive. Whatever his issues, we'll deal with those when he comes."
It would have been easy, given our financial struggles and my fragile health, to simply abort. But my son wasn't MY child, he was GOD's child. I loved him, even when I was convinced he would be challenged in every way.
My brother and sister-in-law were fonts of advice. My nephew, Eric, was a technologically dependent child born with an underdeveloped cerebellum. He lived just 6 months and 1 day. They knew, better than anyone, what I might be facing. I had no illusions that our life would be easy.
I asked my husband if he was ready to lose everything (we were hanging on by our fingernails already, so a challenged child would risk our tenuous finances). His reply? "Do we have a choice?"
No, we agreed. We did not.
We talked about what we would do if he had severe medical challenges. If, after a thorough evaluation, there was no prospect for him to ever live independent of machines, we would take him off the machines and let God work His will. That point would not come until we had exhausted every possibility. We prepared ourselves to sell everything we owned to pay for his bills.
My beautiful son was born in November, 2005, right on time, via c-section. He's now 48 lbs., loves cars, trucks, planes, and legos. He's smart as a whip, cute as a button with blonde hair and big blue-green eyes, exudes natural charm, loves to sing, is projected to stand about 6'4" tall when he's done growing. He walked, talked and learned to read early. He was running words together in sing song at 5 months old. He's precious, funny, still smells so amazingly delicious (even his stinky toes), and can't sleep at night unless I pray over him and give him his bed-time kiss.
His only medical challenge is seasonal asthma. His heart is fine.
Our finances are now stable, our family is complete, we satisfied all our medical debt, and consider ourselves completely blessed.
Doctors, while they do their best, are not God.
I look back on that time, how scary it all was, but am so glad that I trusted in God to work His will in our lives. I can't begin to tell you all the joy we would have missed as a family if my youngest son was not a part of it.
Sure. Here is the full scoop.
In 2001, I hemmoraghed carrying my second child. She was 2 months premature, her medical bills were astronomical, and despite having insurance, we were buried for years under medical debt. In between, I have 2 freeze and scrapes for pre-cancerous cells in my uterus. In 2004, I miscarry at 12 weeks.
So when I found myself pregnant again, at almost 40 years old, my OBGYN was very concerned. He saw something in the sonogram and asked for an extended sono series.
Those doctors told me that my son had a 2-vessel umbilical cord (typically an indicator of severe genetic abnormalities). Some scary stats were tossed my way; 67% chance of cognitive impairment, 33% of severe heart deformities, 25% chance of being stillborn, etc.
They wanted to do an amniocentisis to determine exactly what was wrong with him. Given my advanced years and history of premature abruption, I refused.
"God gave me this child," I told them. "It's your job to see that he's born alive. Whatever his issues, we'll deal with those when he comes."
It would have been easy, given our financial struggles and my fragile health, to simply abort. But my son wasn't MY child, he was GOD's child. I loved him, even when I was convinced he would be challenged in every way.
My brother and sister-in-law were fonts of advice. My nephew, Eric, was a technologically dependent child born with an underdeveloped cerebellum. He lived just 6 months and 1 day. They knew, better than anyone, what I might be facing. I had no illusions that our life would be easy.
I asked my husband if he was ready to lose everything (we were hanging on by our fingernails already, so a challenged child would risk our tenuous finances). His reply? "Do we have a choice?"
No, we agreed. We did not.
We talked about what we would do if he had severe medical challenges. If, after a thorough evaluation, there was no prospect for him to ever live independent of machines, we would take him off the machines and let God work His will. That point would not come until we had exhausted every possibility. We prepared ourselves to sell everything we owned to pay for his bills.
My beautiful son was born in November, 2005, right on time, via c-section. He's now 48 lbs., loves cars, trucks, planes, and legos. He's smart as a whip, cute as a button with blonde hair and big blue-green eyes, exudes natural charm, loves to sing, is projected to stand about 6'4" tall when he's done growing. He walked, talked and learned to read early. He was running words together in sing song at 5 months old. He's precious, funny, still smells so amazingly delicious (even his stinky toes), and can't sleep at night unless I pray over him and give him his bed-time kiss.
His only medical challenge is seasonal asthma. His heart is fine.
Our finances are now stable, our family is complete, we satisfied all our medical debt, and consider ourselves completely blessed.
Doctors, while they do their best, are not God.
I look back on that time, how scary it all was, but am so glad that I trusted in God to work His will in our lives. I can't begin to tell you all the joy we would have missed as a family if my youngest son was not a part of it.
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