I apologize in advance for this word vomit post. I just need to get it out.

I clicked on a link on Twitter this morning as Leif was driving me to the airport for the Red State thing. The person tweeting the link said that they were angry reading it, and as this chick is usually a very happy person, I wanted to see what could make her mad.

Oh boy. Did I get more than I bargained for. The link led to a story about a 45-year-old woman named Jenny (salt in the wound!) who was 14 weeks pregnant with twins after 6 years of fertility treatments. She decided to kill one of her perfectly formed, perfectly healthy babies, because she thought it would be too selfish for her to have twins in addition to her school-aged children.

What. The. Hell.

I cried. Well, to be honest, my eyes only watered, but it was sheer determination on my part, because I put on the black mascara today, and no way was I going to streak that stuff down my cheeks. But I did heave a couple of times.

14 weeks. This little child died at the hand of its mother, who paid a doctor to inject deadly poison into its tiny body and end its life just as it had barely begun.

And WHY? Because this woman didn’t want to ‘deal’ with twins? What did she think would happen with fertility treatments? Come on, everyone knows multiples are a common side effect of medically assisted pregnancies.

She says she didn’t want to be less of a mother to her older children. Well newsflash lady, if that’s your reasoning, you should have stopped at one. Of course bringing brand new humans into your home is going to disrupt the balance. But then things eventually settle down and you meld into something more. Your love for your children only grows, multiplied every time you witness a tender moment between siblings.

She said that even if she didn’t have older children, at best she could only dedicate half of her time to each baby, so they’d both be screwed out of half of her attention. What does she think of moms of multiples? That they don’t love their children as much, because love is apparently a pie with a limited number of servings?

Your love gets BIGGER with each child that you call your own. It is bottomless. It knows no bounds. It can walk across fire, lift cars … it would kill to protect our children.

And this woman knowingly and willingly killed the very child she hoped for for six long years of painful and embarrassing medical treatment. What does that say about her desire to procreate? It’s certainly not to be a mother. She clearly has no idea what being a mother means. She only has one pie.

And this poor surviving baby. I have never ever in my entire life heard of someone that shared a womb with another deny the special connection that that brings. There is something magical and wonderful about it; that sharing with another the first spark of life.

This poor kid is going to go through life just feeling that something is missing. And eventually he will find out what mommy did to his sibling. He will discover that the hole in his soul was supposed to be filled by his twin. And he will never look at his mother the same way.

And that is when she’ll finally understand the gravity of what she did.

God have mercy on her.

2 Comments

  1. Mark says:

    Incredibly sad and selfish.

  2. Headless Mom says:

    This makes my stomach turn. Ugh.

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