The doctor and nurse were professional and kind, and it was clear that they understood our sorrow. They too apologized for what they had to do next. For the third time that day, I exposed my stomach to an ultrasound machine, and we saw images of our sick child forming in blurred outlines on the screen.
“I’m so sorry that I have to do this,” the doctor told us, “but if I don’t, I can lose my license.” Before he could even start to describe our baby, I began to sob until I could barely breathe. Somewhere, a nurse cranked up the volume on a radio, allowing the inane pronouncements of a DJ to dull the doctor’s voice. Still, despite the noise, I heard him. His unwelcome words echoed off sterile walls while I, trapped on a bed, my feet in stirrups, twisted away from his voice."
my view on abortion goes like this: I don’t think I would ever be able to do it to myself. I’m a highly emotional and sometimes imaginative person and so I used to lie awake imagining what I would do if I was faced with this choice. What if the baby was forced upon me? (yes, that was a euphemism) What if it happened during high school and I’d lose well basically everything I cared about at that moment? SO TO COPE I wrote a story entitled “why is the right thing to do always the hardest?” and you can guess how that ended. Just because I don’t think I would ever terminate a pregnancy (much like the woman in the story), I don’t think the right to choose should be taken away. It feels insensitive and unfair for a group of people to sit together and decide what you can and can’t do with your baby when they wouldn’t understand all of the emotional implications or trauma or consequences that YOU’LL have to face personally. (also I decided that if a like situation ever arose with one of my friends I would not advise them what to do because it is their choice and I would not/could not influence their decision!) because it’s your baby, not theirs. so there is my two cents :)