I’m called a murderer, a sinner, and worse. I made the decision to terminate a planned and wanted pregnancy because my baby was dying inside of me and her condition could have become “mirror syndrome” and cause damage and swelling to my organs as well.
When my husband heard that my life could also be at risk, he knew his decision was made. His own mother died when he was six, and neither of us could imagine that fate for our other living daughter who was four at the time. I love my baby who died and I will love her all the days of my life. The hardest part about being “this kind” of bereaved mother is that I have been rejected from many grief groups. The worst culprits are those groups that claim to be “christian.” I did not attack or murder my baby. I gave her peace. I don’t know of a more Christian action than that.