This is from your article “Why should the baby live?
“Western societies approve abortion because they have reached a consensus that a fetus is not a person; they should acknowledge that by the same definition a newborn isn’t a person either. Neither fetus nor baby has developed a sufficient sense of his own life to know what it would be like to be deprived of it. The kid will never know the difference, in other words. A newborn baby is just a fetus who’s hung around a bit too long.”
I can only speak from personal experience. When my girlfriend at the time found out she was pregnant, we faced some very tough decisions. We had broken up, and had not spoken to each other for a week. Suddenly we had to figure out what we had to do in order to deal with this very real situation.
We considered abortion. For all of about two seconds. Both of us agreed that this was a new life and that it deserved to live, and neither one of us could even imagine tampering with that life, much less justifying terminating it. It was a snap decision that we both made pretty much simultaneously after she voiced the word. (Truth be told, I highly doubt she would have gone through with one even if I had insisted. I never wanted children. I wasn’t happy at the news. But once this life was inside her, who was I to interfere?) We both knew the challenges we both would face, and the unique challenges that she alone would face, such as going completely off her psychiatric medications for 9 months, among other things.
Fast forward to this instant. My daughter Paige is 8 1/2 years old. Her parents, were married when she was born, but divorced when she was four. Although my ex-wife and I are on civil terms now, this was not always the case. We went through an ugly divorce partly stemming from my recurring domestic violence toward both her and my daughter. I had a lot of hard decisions of my own to make after the most violent episode. Even before my wife had me arrested I knew that I had to stop, and am grateful to the prosecution for allowing me to do so instead of sending me off to prison. After doing some anger management (along with other legal consequences of my actions) and a lot of soul searching, I saw that my marriage was troubled at best. My wife ultimately left and filed for divorce. While I was upset at the time, once I calmed down I realized that it was probably for the best. During the divorce we were required to go into mediation, where we hashed out who got what and what would happen. The only time my soon to be ex wife addressed directly was to beg me to allow her full custody of our daughter, and only after my lawyer left the room. I agreed immediately, as I knew even in my state that she was by far the better parent for our daughter. (When my lawyer came back, I told her what I had decided. She gave me a very nasty look, but she never said anything about it. That is the only time that woman didn’t open her mouth.) After the divorce, our daughter stayed with her mother, while I moved in with my folks. All I wanted out of the divorce was my cat. The only personal item I really wanted was my cat.
Back to the present. Paige lives with her mom full time, but I visit her when I’m not here in Canada. I tried to Skype her a few minutes ago, but she isn’t home. I miss her terribly. Skyping just isn’t the same as face to face contact, and I’ll be glad when my family and I return to Florida in October. Paige has grown so much since my ex and I split up. She does well in school when it isn’t so far behind her abilities that she gets bored. She is extremely smart and continually surprises me with her knowledge of the world. I’ve maintained from the start that her mother is smarter than me. Paige is probably smarter than her mother. She has numerous friends, and is close with several. She is an extrovert and very flamboyant in her girly girl choices, particularly with fashion. She speaks her mind and argues when she thinks something is unfair. Paige is an amazing and unique child. Her presence in my life has opened up avenues for me that I never knew existed. She is the primary reason I never gave up and committed suicide. I can’t picture my life without her. Those two seconds I spent considering whether or not I could terminate her embryo haunt me sometimes. That I was even capable of such thoughts bothers me. Your article just drives the reality home for me even further. I tell everyone who asks me now that there must be an alternative. If someone is financially incapable, and no family is willing or able to take on the responsibility, then make the decision to adopt out the child, and be an active part of the process if you can. Abortion can be avoided and should be at all costs. That after-birth abortion even exists is nauseating. That it is debated by so-called medical ethicists is beyond sickening. Even someone like me, a formerly abusive spouse and father, one who has no religious affiliation because he has had issues with every religion he’s tried and now considers himself an Agnostic for the sole reason that he cannot be sure God DOESN”T exist, sees that abortion is morally wrong and is tantamount to murdering the most helpless people in the world.