I started reading this blog for insight. The posts are published by a group of women who proudly claim to be abortion providers. Here are a few "highlights"(my comments in pink):
"Abortion providers are heroes, clinic workers are brave, and abortion support services (Holla, NAF , Exhale, and Guttmacher) are amazing. I know I, as a clinic worker, can't get enough of this praise, especially since I receive an equal amount of condemnation."
Here comes the condemnation... Heroes? It certainly must take a strange type of courage to rip an unborn child limb from limb, thus ending the baby's life before he can even take his first breath.
"It's funny to me how someone can make a judgment about whether something is right or wrong, not really knowing anything about it, until they have to go through it themselves. I don't know how many women I have talked to that tell me they never believed in abortion until they were faced with an unwanted pregnancy themselves. There are also the women who tell me throughout the process how wrong it is, for someone else that is, but their situation is different."People make valid judgements about actions being right or wrong every single day. The type of logic that says that you must be faced with a choice in order to understand how it can actually be "right" in some circumstances is just wrong. We condemn actions every single day without being in the criminals "shoes." I can say that sex acts with a child are always wrong, although I've never looked at life through a pedophiles eyes. I can say that taking an innocent life is always wrong, regardless of what the murderer is feeling. No amount of rationalizing can make abortion right.
"When my discussions regarding abortion with non-Abortioneers turn toward the frightfully unsettling images of dead, darling babies, I know that it is no wonder that the conversations abruptly end because images of dead, darling babies only redeem themselves when you know their stories."While women who have abortions may ultimately find redemption from the evil that they allowed to befall their child, the action itself, murder, can't be excused by the circumstances. Life is a sacred gift and the sanctity of life can't be erased by a sad story.
"I can't think of anything to write, and I don't really want to write. Yesterday, an old friend of mine sent me a Facebook message saying something along the lines of, "I think this healthcare debate is what's going to finally overturn Roe, and I'm so sorry. But we won't give up!" Later on, I got my weekly mass email from Cecile Richards, president of Planned Parenthood Federation of America, saying essentially the same thing (plus a request for money that I don't have). When abortion coverage entered into the healthcare discussion, I stopped paying attention. It's the first issue I've really managed to ignore, and I've followed politics since I was 5 and I was rooting for Dukakis. I've ignored it because I'm so defeated and discouraged by a world who doesn't understand the necessity of a woman's right to choose. "This made me smile. In the midst of death and murder, hope remains. I pray that she's right and that Roe vs Wade will be overturned!
"Today, I don't want to write about positive abortion experiences. Selfishly, I wish clients would write about their positive abortion experiences. I wish the 1/3 of American women who have had an abortion (and the corresponding 1/3 of men involved) would enter the healthcare controversy and write about why it's important. I'm tired of doing it. I never realized that the high school mythology class I took would prepare me for abortion work, but it did: That myth about Sisyphus is about me."I wonder why more women don't write about their "positive abortion experiences." Maybe because the phrase "positive abortion experiences" is an oxymoron. How can killing one's unborn child be a "positive experience"?
"Abortion is a part of women’s survival, it’s a part of owning our bodies, lives, and decisions. Helping women obtain abortions is about giving accurate information and entrusting women to make good decisions with that information. When I talk to patients it is clear that lack of access to abortion is not where problems begin but rather one manifestation of larger societal problems. We live in a sex negative culture, from very early in our lives we learn that sex is shameful, dirty, and we should be secretive about it."Has she walked through a supermarket lately? Our secular culture has embraced the idea that sexually, anything goes. This idea is so prevalent in the secular media that it's impossible to miss (if you don't move into a cave an become a hermit). I don't think you can call that "sex negative." And how can making "good decisions" be applied to the decision to kill your own child?
Here's the warning that I promised. This heartbreaking story is not for the fainthearted. You may want to stop reading.
"When I was a little over 18 weeks pregnant with my now pre-school child, I did a second trimester abortion for a patient who was also a little over 18 weeks pregnant. As I reviewed her chart I realised that I was more interested than usual in seeing the fetal parts when I was done, since they would so closely resemble those of my own fetus.I went about doing the procedure as usual, removed the laminaria I had placed earlier and confirmed I had adequate dilation. I used electrical suction to remove the amniotic fluid, picked up my forceps and began to remove the fetus in parts, as I always did. I felt lucky that this one was already in the breech position – it would make grasping small parts (legs and arms) a little easier.With my first pass of the forceps, I grasped an extremity and began to pull it down. I could see a small foot hanging from the teeth of my forceps. With a quick tug, I separated the leg. Precisely at that moment, I felt a kick – a fluttery “thump, thump” in my own uterus. It was one of the first times I felt fetal movement. There was a leg and foot in my forceps, and a “thump, thump” in my abdomen.Instantly, tears were streaming from my eyes – without me – meaning my conscious brain - even being aware of what was going on. I felt as if my response had come entirely from my body, bypassing my usual cognitive processing completely. A message seemed to travel from my hand and my uterus to my tear ducts. It was an overwhelming feeling – a brutally visceral response – heartfelt and unmediated by my training or my feminist pro-choice politics.It was one of the more raw moments in my life. Doing second trimester abortions did not get easier after my pregnancy; in fact, dealing with little infant parts of my born baby only made dealing with dismembered fetal parts sadder."
Yet she continues to provide abortions.