Been in hospital since 8:15, it’s now 14:12, that was the hardest 6 hours I’ve ever been through.. Going through that sheer amount of pain and being on the brink of throwing up for god knows how long, even with an injection to stop the sickness.
Had to try get moving to get things going, I only managed to walk around once, I wish I’d taken the pain relief sooner, I felt too sick when they offered, so I got the full brunt of the contractions for a good 40 minutes…
As soon as I felt strong enough to walk to the toilet and less dizzy it came out in the bedpan… About the size of a small lemon…
It’s not a sight I’m ever going to erase from my mind, I’m glad that Jon didn’t have to see that. I couldn’t have done that without his support…
I never want to go through it again, emotionally or physically..
Do you think that posting the details of how you killed your own child is going to relieve you of the responsibility you hold for his or her pathetic and unjust death? It’s clear that you harbored no love for your child and believed that he or she held no human value, but is it necessary to now strip him or her of any dignity by describing how you couldn’t make it to the toilet in time and so discharged your child in a bedpan?
You said your son or daughter was the size of a lemon. That indicates that you were in your second trimester, most likely at 14 weeks.
In other news: Your baby’s stretching out. From head to bottom, he measures 3 ½ inches — about the size of a lemon — and he weighs 1 ½ ounces. His body’s growing faster than his head, which now sits upon a more distinct neck. By the end of this week, his arms will have grown to a length that’s in proportion to the rest of his body. (His legs still have some lengthening to do.) He’s starting to develop an ultra-fine, downy covering of hair, called lanugo, all over his body. Your baby’s liver starts making bile this week — a sign that it’s doing its job right — and his spleen starts helping in the production of red blood cells. Though you can’t feel his tiny punches and kicks yet, your little pugilist’s hands and feet (which now measure about ½ inch long) are more flexible and active.
I know you gazed upon your child’s dead body while he or she laid in your cold bedpan with your human waste, but for others, this is what an aborted human being the age of your now dead child looks like…
I am so glad that the image of your dead baby will never fade from your memory. I hope it will help you to someday realize what you have done. And don’t think that just because killing an innocent living human being is legal that it’s somehow moral or acceptable. That just because your government and your doctors assisted with the killing that it’s any less cruel or wrong. Everything that was done in Nazi Germany was legal and sanctioned by the government. Doctors under the rule of law killed thousands of children in hospitals, just like you just did. You are no better than the people who participated in those atrocities, hiding behind the law and adopting the morality of the lowest common denominator.
Someday, the human tragedy of abortion will be ended. People like you and your abortionist and their assistants will be locked away for many years for killing an innocent child. Because we have lost our way, lost our humanity, dignity, and self respect, you get to walk free. You get to experience all of the challenges and beauty of life that you have robbed your own precious child of. I sincerely hope that no other child finds themselves inside your cold unloving body. I sincerely and honestly hope that you will never know the joy of holding your own child against your breast. But if you do, I hope that each of your child’s heartbeats serves as a reminder of the heartbeat you just stopped.
If you ever come to the realization that you have committed a crime against humanity today, that you have intentionally destroyed a human life for your own selfish benefit, then contact me. I will help you to seek redemption by showing you how to fight to stop others from committing this atrocity. And I will show you how to honor the memory of your now dead son or daughter. Your child deserved better than you, at least help to prevent other children from having to face the same fate.
Others like you will come to your defense and tell you how strong you are and how terrible I am for highlighting the reality of human abortion. You can choose to believe their lies, you can choose to insulate yourself from reality and wrap yourself in their condolences, but it will NEVER change what you have done.
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