Over at BastardLogic, a guestblogger has posted the sad and brave story of her abortion, in part of the effort to put a realistic and human face on a procedure that anti-choicers demonize. A small piece:
Our baby wasn’t going to live. And whatever time he spent in the womb, or out, was just going to be painful. Pain that you or I cannot imagine.
A boy.
We were given two options: Carry on with the pregnancy, knowing what was to come, ignore his pain, and ours.
Or terminate the pregnancy.
Not much else to be said, really; we made the most kind decision, one that no parent-to-be should ever have to make.
A harrowing, sad, anguished couple of weeks followed. I mostly just remember being in the recovery room, missing him so much. Alone suddenly after weeks of activity.
Alone with our broken dreams.
I had aborted at 21 weeks. My body thought it had delivered a baby who needed sustenance, so it began to lactate. Just another painful reminder of what was lost.
Read the whole thing. It is powerful and heartbreaking.