Re last night’s post: I’ve been there.
I was pregnant, my lupus diagnosis that explained so much was years in the future, and things were not going well for me. At all. The obstetrician decided it was time to spell out the options.
NO!
If you don’t survive the pregnancy then we lose both of you.
No.
I prayed really hard to know whether I was just having the knee-jerk reaction of a mother protecting her child–as well she should want to; what should I do. Richard prayed too. Hard.
And, deep breath, I felt, I really felt, it would turn out okay. I went ahead with it and we both survived.
But I had that choice. No one but absolutely no one had the moral authority to make it but me alone with my God. No one. Not even my husband, much though I love him. This was my ordeal as the mother of my children and the wife to my husband and as me myself. I made that choice.
Those who vote for personhood bills say that my daughters and yours should not have that choice, that those Congressmen’s political power and their religious views on when life starts trump not just everyone else’s religions and views but our very lives.
The next president could well be choosing Supreme Court justices. Vote. Please, please, vote, please stand up for us all.
And on a lighter note, just because I need it after writing this so very personal story out loud for all the world to criticize, come see here–scroll to the bottom. Barn owls are nesting on the 11th floor of the Marriott near the airport here. It’s clear they have closed off access to that balcony:Â they “are letting the owlets enjoy their stay in peace.”
And the staff is handing out stuffed owls to the children staying at the hotel, probably sparking an interest in birds in them for life. And perhaps their own children’s to come, as my parents taught me.
I just think that’s really, really cool.
And. My brother-in-law Ned was in town and took us all out for dinner after he got away from work. Much love was enjoyed by all. I can only wish his job flew him out here more often.