There are people who will go to planned parenthood or abortion clinics and get the bodies that aren’t sold and give them proper burials. This picture may be from that. I feel like it would be in a different setting if it was babies being trafficked.
I had a miscarriage at about 12 weeks, the baby came out in my hand when I went to the bathroom. It looked like a baby. I don’t understand people who don’t see it.
I myself miscarried 2 children in 1981. One in February and the last in December. It was very devastating. However, mine were in the early months before 12 weeks. But to me, they were and are still my babies. Three years later, I gave birth to my son and 18 months after him came my daughter. God does bless us in many ways. God save our children. These babies deserved to live also, but it is not our ways, but the Lords of how and why things happen as they do.
I agree completely. I’m sorry for your losses. I’m glad you got the children you were destined to have though.
I went on to have 2 boys myself. My first I wasn’t really concerned about losing which I thought I would since I had lost the last pregnancy. My second though, I was terrified the entire time and I started telling the doctor what I thought was wrong at about 28 weeks. I told her he wouldn’t make it to his due date. We did the csection a week early for several reasons and when she brought him out she confirmed I was right about what I thought was wrong. Later she told me he was very close to cutting off his blood supply and very well may not have made it another week. You will never convince me there isn’t a connection between a mother and child. People who don’t have it, it’s usually because of some form of trauma or mental disorder.
That’s why, at least until now, abortion wasn’t something to be proud of. Most women really struggled with the decision, but as we’ve gone farther and farther from God…
I almost lost my daughter at 7 1/2 months. I awoke one morning feeling as if I had to really use the bathroom/peeing; sorry I'm trying to sound clean, but when I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, I looked down at my legs and the floor was wet and it wasn't pee. I screamed and my husband/ who was an over the road truck driver, had just made it home the night before. He thought I had checked on our baby son and found him dead or something; so he ran completely past me. He came back to me and said, "Everything is fine, the baby's fine." But I looked up at him and then back down and he saw it. Anyway, I spent 3 days in the hospital sharing the room with another woman who did the same thing. The nurses would come in and ask, "How are my bleeders today?" Anyway, they ran every test they could and found nothing wrong. Their answer was, "Some women do that." Well when she was born at 40 weeks, she weighed 9 lbs. 6 1/2 ounces and was 18 inches long. She had gotten an infection that I was supposed to get but my antibodies fought it off and she got it. She had fluid under her eyelids/couldn't open her eyes, fluid under the skin of her hands, fingers, feet and toes. She also had a heart murmur which closed later; thank God. So they put her in neonatal unit. Now to look at her, you'd think nothing ever happened to her.
What in the name of fuck is this?
There are people who will go to planned parenthood or abortion clinics and get the bodies that aren’t sold and give them proper burials. This picture may be from that. I feel like it would be in a different setting if it was babies being trafficked.
I had a miscarriage at about 12 weeks, the baby came out in my hand when I went to the bathroom. It looked like a baby. I don’t understand people who don’t see it.
I myself miscarried 2 children in 1981. One in February and the last in December. It was very devastating. However, mine were in the early months before 12 weeks. But to me, they were and are still my babies. Three years later, I gave birth to my son and 18 months after him came my daughter. God does bless us in many ways. God save our children. These babies deserved to live also, but it is not our ways, but the Lords of how and why things happen as they do.
I agree completely. I’m sorry for your losses. I’m glad you got the children you were destined to have though.
I went on to have 2 boys myself. My first I wasn’t really concerned about losing which I thought I would since I had lost the last pregnancy. My second though, I was terrified the entire time and I started telling the doctor what I thought was wrong at about 28 weeks. I told her he wouldn’t make it to his due date. We did the csection a week early for several reasons and when she brought him out she confirmed I was right about what I thought was wrong. Later she told me he was very close to cutting off his blood supply and very well may not have made it another week. You will never convince me there isn’t a connection between a mother and child. People who don’t have it, it’s usually because of some form of trauma or mental disorder.
That’s why, at least until now, abortion wasn’t something to be proud of. Most women really struggled with the decision, but as we’ve gone farther and farther from God…
I almost lost my daughter at 7 1/2 months. I awoke one morning feeling as if I had to really use the bathroom/peeing; sorry I'm trying to sound clean, but when I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, I looked down at my legs and the floor was wet and it wasn't pee. I screamed and my husband/ who was an over the road truck driver, had just made it home the night before. He thought I had checked on our baby son and found him dead or something; so he ran completely past me. He came back to me and said, "Everything is fine, the baby's fine." But I looked up at him and then back down and he saw it. Anyway, I spent 3 days in the hospital sharing the room with another woman who did the same thing. The nurses would come in and ask, "How are my bleeders today?" Anyway, they ran every test they could and found nothing wrong. Their answer was, "Some women do that." Well when she was born at 40 weeks, she weighed 9 lbs. 6 1/2 ounces and was 18 inches long. She had gotten an infection that I was supposed to get but my antibodies fought it off and she got it. She had fluid under her eyelids/couldn't open her eyes, fluid under the skin of her hands, fingers, feet and toes. She also had a heart murmur which closed later; thank God. So they put her in neonatal unit. Now to look at her, you'd think nothing ever happened to her.