A Dad Confronts Anti-Choice Protesters

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When Jennifer became pregnant with the twins, we had a minor scare that it was a molar pregnancy because one of the doctors made a mistake trying to do a quickie ultrasound.  He was incredibly apologetic, and truly a great doctor so all was forgiven especially since we were then in shock that we were having twins. Molar pregnancies usually are handled with a DNC and if things go really badly, chemotherapy.

This is a case of a different condition and obviously turns out to be one that does not work out.  It’s heartbreaking to think of the woman being screamed at as she enters a building to end a pregnancy of a fetus with zero chance of being brought to term.

Yesterday was the second worst day of my life.

The first was when I heard the radiologist tell us that there was a major birth defect with the baby. I have always lived my life believing everyone is entitled to their opinion. Our country was founded on freedom and I have always taken pride in my ability to speak my mind and voice my opinion. I also take special pride in my freedom, because I know how quickly it can be taken from us. Hearing the stories from my two best friends who have fought for our freedom, I will be forever grateful for them and the millions of other men and women who have given me that freedom.

Back to yesterday, there was nothing worse in the world as the protesters telling me that I am killing my unborn baby. REALLY?!?! Are you sure its me killing my unborn baby and not an ultra rare birth defect??  Then the signs saying “God is Pro-Life.” Seriously, if he is pro life then why am I carrying a child that is dying inside me? Or my personal favorite, which was “Take my hand, not my life.” I would love to. But instead I have to sit in a chair staring at these assholes telling me how I should feel and what I should be thinking.

As I looked around I saw many women with their sisters, friends and boyfriends with the same look as I had: FEAR! We all were there for one reason or another but we were all taunted by these strangers who think they know what is best for us. How do perfect strangers know how we feel? As I entered the building I never had such hatred for those people. I wanted to go across the street and tell the ones who just yelled to me that I was killing my unborn child that it was the other way around. The baby was killing me.

Regardless, they have no idea what is going on. But as far as they are concerned I was killing an unwanted pregnancy.

As I looked around the waiting room the only thing I wanted to do was to go over and tell each one of those women that those assholes outside have no idea what they are going through and have no idea that these people are good people. As I woke up, the women who were upstairs are now next to me and I realized that these women are educated. There was a nurse, an executive, and myself a manager.

We were all there for a different reason but no one knows what the reason is. So who is to judge? The people who were yelling at me and the other women definitely have no right to judge us.

As I walked in and they yelled at me and made me feel ashamed I wanted to run and never come back. But I can’t run I have to be here. I knew I had nothing to be ashamed of but they made me feel that way. It got me to thinking that if I feel like that how do the other women feel? How many young women have they scared off from getting help from birth control to counseling about their reproductive health? I wanted to help all the women who were scared off by the judgmental idiots carrying signs. Even if it was just one woman.

While there are some complications to the health of the mother for the particular condition (Sirenomelia) it is not life threatening to the mother.  Bill Brady would make the abortion above illegal even though the fetus had no kidneys or bladder and would not survive.

Bill Brady wants to control women’s uteruses because he thinks he knows better.  I’m confident he doesn’t.