The above photo is one which reminds me of our youngest. I bought her the print when she was younger and if I didn’t know better, would have said it was her at birth. She was born at one day shy of six months after a difficult pregnancy. She weighed two pounds - nine ounces and was fourteen inches long.
Disgust was the most apparent feeling I could claim as my husband related this event to me on Monday morning past. In all honesty, I was taken back to nearly 14 years ago when I was five months pregnant with the little one who is nearly a replica to the baby above.
I am sickened by the events in the aforementioned article. The baby was described as being macerated:
macerated - Collaborative International Dictionary of English v.0.48 : Macerate \Mac"er*ate\, v. t. [imp. & p. p. Macerated; p. pr. & vb. n. Macerating.] [L. maceratus, p. p. of macerate to make soft, weaken, enervate; cf. Gr. ? to knead.] 1. To make lean; to cause to waste away. [Obs. or R.] --Harvey. [1913 Webster] 2. To subdue the appetites of by poor and scanty diet; to mortify. --Baker. [1913 Webster] 3. To soften by steeping in a liquid, with or without heat; to wear away or separate the parts of by steeping; as, to macerate animal or vegetable fiber. [1913 Webster]
At one time I was “pro-choice” until the realization those words had nothing to do with what shoes to wear with what dress, or what color to paint the kitchen. The words had NO THING to do with whether or not I should super-size my value meal. The words “pro-choice” mean the destruction of an individual, an innocent - a being who cannot defend his or herself.
I’ll never forget the words of my husband after his first visit with her, as he knelt by my bedside shaking, “Babe, I’ve thrown back bigger fish than that!” What a guy…
When our baby was in kindergarten, they were making beanbag babies and had to bring the exact pounds in beans or rice to fill a standard size cotton cloth doll that had been sewn together by the mothers - they colored the faces and decorated the dolls - she was nearly in tears when she filled her doll up with her beans and they filled a section in the doll from about the midrift down into the legs. There was one child who weighed over ten pounds and couldn’t fit all his beans into the doll!
Is she special because she made it into the world? Not any more special than any fetus or embryo that makes it. Well, unless you figure in the cost of her making it: $260,000+! Thank God for medical insurance. Thank God for favor. Thank God for Evan, our warrior who made it. Thank God!
Proverbs 6:16-19 (kjv) states:
6:16 These six things doth the LORD hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto him:
6:17 A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, [emphasis mine]
6:18 An heart that deviseth wicked imaginations, feet that be swift in running to mischief,
6:19 A false witness that speaketh lies, and he that soweth discord among brethren.