Late-term Abortion

[ToJesusMyHeart]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eipSl72hsmI&feature=share

 

 

When I was in New York, I prayed with the Sisters of Life outside this very abortion clinic. Please watch the video, and please pray for "Doctor" Emily, her co-workers, and all the mothers who abort their babies here. 

 

Don't worry, the whole thing is not the interview with Obama. Obama goes away after 30 seconds. 

Edited April 28, 2013 by ToJesusMyHeart

[To Jesus Through Mary]

Yeah this video is something. This was the clinic that I used to sidewalk counsel at for a long time. This place radiates evil. The two abortionist that actually work there, one of whom has perforated at least two uterus, are both male and there is no Dr. Emily. Neither seem stable emotionally, and make me extremely nervous that they would be operating on anyone.. I saw some of the craziest things here. It is heartbreaking. But I am so glad it is getting some exposure.  

 

(And it is the BEST when the sisters or the CFR friars come out. They are such a breath of hope) 

[Kateri89]

This makes me sick...these women and so many other abortion clinic workers are so desperately in need of prayers.

[Spem in alium]

Far out. That video was definitely something. I was so, so moved by that.

 

When the clinician said she'd started work at 16...gee whiz. It really makes me wonder what moves a person to start that kind of work so young.

 

It's great it's getting exposure. Praying for them.

[mysisterisalittlesister]

This is so terrible. They kept calling the baby "it". So many prayers for all these people :(

[morostheos]

Wow. 

[Nihil Obstat]

I just cannot watch videos like this anymore. I find them too distasteful.

[4588686]

President Bush's attempt to ban partial-birth abortions threatens all late-term procedures. But in my case, everyone said it was the right thing to do — even my Catholic father and Republican father-in-law.

Way too excited to sleep on that frigid April morning, I snuggled my bloated belly up to my husband, Dave. Eighteen weeks pregnant, today we would finally have our full-fetal ultrasound and find out whether our baby was a boy or a girl. I had no reason to be nervous, I thought. I was young (if 31 is the new 21), healthy, and had not had so much as a twinge of nausea. Well into my second trimester, I was past the point of worrying about a miscarriage.

The past 3 1/2 months had been a time of pure bliss -- dreaming about our future family, squirreling away any extra money that we could, and cleaning out a room for a nursery in our cozy, suburban home, then borrowing unholy amounts of stuff to fill it back up. From the day that we found out we were expecting a baby -- on New Year's Eve 2002 -- we thought of ourselves as parents, and finding out whether the "it" was a he or she would cap the months of scattershot emotions and frenetic information-gathering. I just couldn't sleep. I invited our 105-pound yellow Labrador "puppy" into bed with us and snuggled even closer to Dave.

Later that morning, at quarter past 9, Dave held my hand as I lay on the cushy examining table at the Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center office in Lexington. As images of our baby filled the black screen, we oohed and aahed like the goofy expectant parents that we were. "Can you tell if it's a boy or a girl?" I must have asked a million stupid times. The technician was noncommittal, stoic, and I started feeling uncomfortable. Where I was all bubbly chitchat, she was all furrow-browed concentration. She told us that she had a child with Down syndrome, and that none of her prenatal tests had picked it up. I thought that was odd.

Then, using an excuse about finishing something on her previous ultrasound, she left the room. Seconds passed into minutes while we waited for her to return. Staring at the pictures of fuzzy kittens and kissing dolphins on the ceiling, I knew something was wrong. Dave tried to reassure me, but when the ultrasound technician told us that our doctor wanted to see us, I started to shake. "But she doesn't even know we're here," I said to her, and then to Dave, over and over. That's when I started crying. I could barely get my clothes back on.

The waiting room upstairs, usually full of happy pregnant women devouring parenting magazines, was empty. Our doctor, who usually wears a smile below her chestnut hair, met us at the front desk. She was not smiling that day as she led us back to her cramped office, full of framed photos of her own children.

As we sat there, she said that the ultrasound indicated that the fetus had an open neural tube defect, meaning that the spinal column had not closed properly. It was a term I remembered skipping right over in my pregnancy book, along with all the other fetal anomalies and birth defects that I thought referred to other people's babies, not mine. She couldn't tell us much more. We would have to go to the main hospital in Boston, which had a more high-tech machine and a more highly trained technician. She tried to be hopeful -- there was a wide range of severity with these defects, she said. And then she left us to cry.

We drove into Boston in near silence, tears rolling down my cheeks. There was no joking or chatting at the hospital in Boston. No fuzzy kittens and kissing dolphins on the ceiling of that chilly, clinical room. Dave held my hand more tightly than before. I couldn't bear to look at this screen. Instead, I studied the technician's face, like a nervous flier taking her cues from the expression a stewardess wears. Her face revealed nothing.

 

 

 

http://www.ourbodiesourselves.org/book/companion.asp?id=20&compID=39

[Chestertonian]

I heard on the news this morning that a pro-choice reporter who covers the Gosnell trial was so disgusted by all of this that he changed his position and he's now pro-life. It's a whole lot easier to be pro-choice when you don't have to see the consequences of your position.

Edited April 29, 2013 by Chestertonian

[4588686]

 

I heard on the news this morning that a pro-choice reporter who covers the Gosnell trial was so disgusted by all of this that he changed his position and he's now pro-life. It's a whole lot easier to be pro-choice when you don't have to see the consequences of your position.

My great-grandmother died of a late term abortion. Contraception was still widely illegal at the time, she had five kids, they were extremely poor, and she was pregnant again.

So I'd say the same thing about pro-lifers. It's easy to be pro-life now.

[Chestertonian]

 

My great-grandmother died of a late term abortion. Contraception was still widely illegal at the time, she had five kids, they were extremely poor, and she was pregnant again.

So I'd say the same thing about pro-lifers. It's easy to be pro-life now.

 

Being pro-life is easy? You're obviously not a parent. :p

Edited April 29, 2013 by Chestertonian

[4588686]

Being pro-life is easy? You're obviously not a parent. :P

 

 

Pro-choice people have children to.  

[Chestertonian]

Pro-choice people have children to.  

 

Go figure.

[PhuturePriest]

 

My great-grandmother died of a late term abortion. Contraception was still widely illegal at the time, she had five kids, they were extremely poor, and she was pregnant again.

So I'd say the same thing about pro-lifers. It's easy to be pro-life now.

 

I was super confused by the first sentence. I couldn't help but think "How could she have children if she was aborted?" Then my mind decided to work again, and now I know you aren't just trolling for the laughs.

[PhuturePriest]

This is so terrible. They kept calling the baby "it". So many prayers for all these people :(

 

I couldn't help but notice that, too. And when she got defensive when she said "kill" instead of "terminate". There's a beating heart with a pulse and everything. That's killing, not "terminating". I "terminate" the weeds in the yard.