Today is the one-year anniversary of the death of my son. I say son, but it could have been a daughter -- my girlfriend chose to get an abortion last year. And today is the day that she took the first pill, Mifepristone, last year.
He was eight weeks old. Just large enough and developed enough to be recognizably human. He had little hands and little feet and a little bulging head that wouldn't have started to look the right size for his body until at least age two.
Mifepristone blocks the hormone progesterone. Without progesterone, the lining of the uterus breaks down, ending the pregnancy. So says the Planned Parenthood Web site. They are baby killers.
They should be called Unplanned Abortion, because really they are just there to push their agenda on women. Sure, it actually is what many women want. But some get sucked into their lies about how easy it is to get an abortion, especially now with chemical abortion. How convenient. They use scare tactics to scare women away from the responsibility and into getting an abortion. They keep men out of the examining room under the pretext of keeping abusive men out of the decision, but it's really just so they can exert their own influence.
Having a child isn't easy. Neither is raising one, but taking the easy way out is easy, the babykillers say.
It's not easy. It is heart wrenching. Even if it just feels like getting a strong period. You know. You know what is happening. Women have died from this drug too. Planned Parenthood doesn't talk about that. But they almost killed my girlfriend. It was what I wanted. For her to die. But she didn't. Only my child did. She took the pill and in the blink of an eye fatherhood was stolen from me. She took the pill, despite all that we had shared.
It all happened pretty quickly after that, I'd imagine. I wasn't there because I was so upset. I had asked her to marry me. I had begged her to. I pleaded for the life of my child on hands and knees, and even shed a tear for good effect.
All to no effect. I told her, just have the baby, I will take all the responsibility. I will be a single dad, but no, she said. She couldn't give up her child to someone else to take care of. She knew this because she already had one child from an accidental pregnancy, and she didn't want to be the single mom, unmarried, of two kids by two different fathers.
And she didn't think our relationship was working out, so she couldn't have the faith required to stick it out with me so we could make a life together.
A year later it still hurts. But at least I don't feel like killing myself anymore. That phase only lasted six months.
My girlfriend and I are back together. I guess there was something between us after all, but our loss is shameful for me. Shameful, but I still share it with you, because I can have no shame, not in this. I won't parade in front of an abortion clinic with pictures of bloody dead fetuses. I won't take a gun and kill your abortionist. I'm not against your right to have an abortion. I grew up liberal. But abortion is never the right choice, unless your life is on the line.
I think a case might be made for rape or incest too, but I couldn't say. I only know my own situation. When it really comes down to it, abortion is a personal tragedy, not a drama to be played out on the national stage.
I do believe in a woman's right to choose. If you could walk into any hospital in America, then there would be no reason for Planned Parenthood to exist.
If people were 100-percent responsible, all the time, there would need no need for abortion. In a perfect world, women would have the right to choose but would never choose to abort their babies.
We don't live in a perfect world. We live in a world where abortion is as convenient as taking a pill and getting a period. But convenience is not truth. The truth is that it's tragic.
My tragedy is that here we are, my girlfriend and I, together again after our six month breakup. She came back to me. She wanted my approval of her decision before she did it, but I could not approve of her choice to get an abortion. But when she came back to me for forgiveness, how couldn't I grant it? I forgave her for hurting me, but I'll never forgive myself for letting her down.
She didn't have faith in our future, because I didn't give her enough to believe in. I let myself down. I let her down. And I let my unborn child down. Because I wasn't a good boyfriend. And I wasn't. Her first child, her daughter, just turned two. She wants more kids now. Now, she does. But not then. And I feel like I am to blame.
Peter Wakeman
P.S. Condoms are about as useful for preventing pregnancy as a spoon is for digging to China. It's conceivably possible that you could dig to China with a spoon, but it's not very effective is it?
He was eight weeks old. Just large enough and developed enough to be recognizably human. He had little hands and little feet and a little bulging head that wouldn't have started to look the right size for his body until at least age two.
Mifepristone blocks the hormone progesterone. Without progesterone, the lining of the uterus breaks down, ending the pregnancy. So says the Planned Parenthood Web site. They are baby killers.
They should be called Unplanned Abortion, because really they are just there to push their agenda on women. Sure, it actually is what many women want. But some get sucked into their lies about how easy it is to get an abortion, especially now with chemical abortion. How convenient. They use scare tactics to scare women away from the responsibility and into getting an abortion. They keep men out of the examining room under the pretext of keeping abusive men out of the decision, but it's really just so they can exert their own influence.
Having a child isn't easy. Neither is raising one, but taking the easy way out is easy, the babykillers say.
It's not easy. It is heart wrenching. Even if it just feels like getting a strong period. You know. You know what is happening. Women have died from this drug too. Planned Parenthood doesn't talk about that. But they almost killed my girlfriend. It was what I wanted. For her to die. But she didn't. Only my child did. She took the pill and in the blink of an eye fatherhood was stolen from me. She took the pill, despite all that we had shared.
It all happened pretty quickly after that, I'd imagine. I wasn't there because I was so upset. I had asked her to marry me. I had begged her to. I pleaded for the life of my child on hands and knees, and even shed a tear for good effect.
All to no effect. I told her, just have the baby, I will take all the responsibility. I will be a single dad, but no, she said. She couldn't give up her child to someone else to take care of. She knew this because she already had one child from an accidental pregnancy, and she didn't want to be the single mom, unmarried, of two kids by two different fathers.
And she didn't think our relationship was working out, so she couldn't have the faith required to stick it out with me so we could make a life together.
A year later it still hurts. But at least I don't feel like killing myself anymore. That phase only lasted six months.
My girlfriend and I are back together. I guess there was something between us after all, but our loss is shameful for me. Shameful, but I still share it with you, because I can have no shame, not in this. I won't parade in front of an abortion clinic with pictures of bloody dead fetuses. I won't take a gun and kill your abortionist. I'm not against your right to have an abortion. I grew up liberal. But abortion is never the right choice, unless your life is on the line.
I think a case might be made for rape or incest too, but I couldn't say. I only know my own situation. When it really comes down to it, abortion is a personal tragedy, not a drama to be played out on the national stage.
I do believe in a woman's right to choose. If you could walk into any hospital in America, then there would be no reason for Planned Parenthood to exist.
If people were 100-percent responsible, all the time, there would need no need for abortion. In a perfect world, women would have the right to choose but would never choose to abort their babies.
We don't live in a perfect world. We live in a world where abortion is as convenient as taking a pill and getting a period. But convenience is not truth. The truth is that it's tragic.
My tragedy is that here we are, my girlfriend and I, together again after our six month breakup. She came back to me. She wanted my approval of her decision before she did it, but I could not approve of her choice to get an abortion. But when she came back to me for forgiveness, how couldn't I grant it? I forgave her for hurting me, but I'll never forgive myself for letting her down.
She didn't have faith in our future, because I didn't give her enough to believe in. I let myself down. I let her down. And I let my unborn child down. Because I wasn't a good boyfriend. And I wasn't. Her first child, her daughter, just turned two. She wants more kids now. Now, she does. But not then. And I feel like I am to blame.
Peter Wakeman
P.S. Condoms are about as useful for preventing pregnancy as a spoon is for digging to China. It's conceivably possible that you could dig to China with a spoon, but it's not very effective is it?