Here I sit in my cozy bed on this lazy Friday morning. I’m listening to Miss A play in the other room.
My brain is in overdrive.
My heart hurts.
I will never understand how someone would consider taking a life and that we live in a country that would condone such things.
That’s not me judging. That’s me, as a mom, not understanding how another mom could ever consider putting their child in harm’s way. That seems to go against how we are wired. We’re “momma bears” for a reason. It’s our job, our duty, our mission, to keep our babies safe.
Yet, there is such evil in this world. We are so blinded by sin that we have put our own selfishness above the preciousness of life.
A little over 4 years ago, we welcomed Miss A into our world. She was not planned. She came at a time where we thought our lives were headed in a completely different direction.
My pregnancy wasn’t an easy one. Although, I don’t think pregnancy is ever easy, just without complications. This one was filled with complications.
At 20 weeks, I went for an ultrasound. It was then they suspected I had placenta previa. Two weeks later, I went for a follow-up ultrasound with a specialist. It was then that the diagnosis went from Placenta Previa to Vasa Previa-placenta previa’s wicked stepsister.
Vasa Previa is a dangerous thing. Before ultrasounds were common place, it was almost a guaranteed death sentence for baby and about an 85% chance of the same outcome for mom. But now we have some amazing medical advances. Ultrasounds are now available in 4D. You can see baby before you meet baby. It’s wonderful!
But it’s still a dangerous condition. At 28 weeks, I was hospitalized. I would live there until I delivered.
I almost delivered two days later.
Then a week later
Then at 31 weeks
And at 32 weeks.
According to New York law, I could terminate because MY life was at risk.
At 33 weeks, I delivered. A healthy, happy strong little girl. She was 4lbs of awesomeness. She was (and is) our reminder of God’s power.
And yet, I could choose to terminate my pregnancy because MY life was at risk.
People.
Moms
Dads
Grandmas
Grandpas
Aunts
Uncles
Cousins
We need to stop this! We need to stand up. Speak for those that cannot speak! Life is precious. Life is a gift. We need to stop the slaughter.
That baby that your carrying isn’t unwanted. There is a family out there wishing, longing, praying for and yes, wanting that little bundle. All we ask is that you choose life.
I know that is hard. You’ll have to endure pregnancy and that’s not easy. You’ll have to endure criticism. You’ll have to battle all the emotions that come along with pregnancy. Your clothes won’t fit. Your body will change.
But you’re a “MOMMA BEAR”. You can do this! You can give that little bear inside you a chance at life even if that life isn’t with you.
I’m praying for you. Rooting for you.