Mom of three girls (two on earth and one in heaven). Married for 20 years to a fiscal conservative. Raised Catholic. Suburban, former stay-at-home mom. Recreational runner. Coffee lover. Novice gardener. Advocate for reproductive choice. Former owner of pregnancy termination-related support boards on Babycenter.com. Editor of “Our Heartbreaking Choices.”
In 2003, I was joyously expecting my second baby. The pregnancy progressed smoothly through the first five months. As we went in for our routine anatomy scan at 20 weeks, we were prepared (and anxious) to find out the baby’s gender. What we weren’t prepared for was to hear bad news. After a high resolution ultrasound, my husband and I were told that our baby’s lungs weren’t developed, and due to extra organs in her chest, would never have a chance to develop. We were faced with a choice–to carry our baby girl for another four months and watch her likely suffocate to death at birth, or to let her go early. We heartbreakingly decided to end the pregnancy at 21 weeks gestation via an induced labor. I never, EVER thought I would need an abortion. Full story.