The history of my last ten years have placed me on the fringes of normal society.
Sometimes I embrace living on the peripheral.
Other times I hate it.
Most often I try to blend; which means biting my tongue, smiling politely and trying to think of a vague response when asked at a cocktail party how many children I have.
Sometimes I reach my point and have to use my voice.
Today is one of those days.
I can't get words from Wednesday's debate out of my head.
The descriptive 'rip the baby out of the womb at nine months' out of my head. And sadly, the repeated posts on facebook continue to haunt me.
I should unfriend, I should hide, but thoughts about our own experience are eating my brain so, I will write.
Our son died in utero at 9 months. I remember the doctor searching for a heartbeat and clearing out the ultrasound room to confirm our worst thoughts.
I was given the choice of having a C-section or birthing a baby I would never hear cry.
I opt'd for the C-section. "Please just knock my out," I said
The doctor looked at me sadly, "We can do that but it's major surgery. You will have to stay in the hospital for at least 3 days to recover and it would be six months before we would recommend getting pregnant again. Your body will heal faster with a natural birth"
So, I was induced and waited through the night to have my son.
There was no ripping. Ripping would have been an easier choice.
All babies are born in the maternity ward- no matter the outcome. We heard lullabies played over the speakers when another child was born. My husband had to walk by congratulatory families in the hallway as he went to get a cup of coffee.
We left 24 hours later; greeted by a nursery that would not see a baby and a recommendation for a funeral home. My milk came in the next day and I sat in the shower and cried.
The only thing that was violently ripped out that day was my heart.
"But Heather," you say, "You did not abort your baby. Your situation was different."
And if you still hold onto that argument, you missed the point. This is how babies come into the world no matter the outcome, at nine months.
No one would choose to go through this because they want to.....because they 'changed their mind' about having a baby. When something goes wrong this late in a pregnancy, it goes very, very wrong.
So Stop- please stop using verbiage that sounds easy, dramatic, evil. The ones you are hurting are the ones who are already hurting.