My God...and her comment section is so civil. No one is screaming or preaching or condemning. No bricks are being thrown. Just people for the first time understanding that what may appear to be the easiest of decisions is an emotional hell that scars for life.

and her comment section is so civil

TELL. ME. ABOUT IT.

I admire the infertility bloggers (for lack of a better label) for their ability to create a true community that (a) doesn't make me retch to the tune of "Kumbaya" (you know? Like TOO "let's have a group hug again, y'all?"), yet (b) doesn't escalate every disagreement to "I know you are, but what am I?"

And then there is the little tiny bit about how an undue proportion of these women write like a dream, etc. Details, details.

But seriously, I swear, she just made me proud to be a Texan, for once.

I was raised Catholic and was taught that abortion is murder. I've since changed my mind about that. While I was going through this transition, though, I used to think, well, if you're going to have an abortion, the state should be allowed to require you to do it in the first trimester. Reading this story and others like it, I've learned that the vast majority of women who abort late term do it for serious medical reasons.

Every couple of years, Congress enacts a partial birth abortion law. The Supreme Court has struck them down at least once because the law didn't have a medical necessity component to it. The right was of course livid: "Where in the Constitution does it say you have a right . . ." blah, blah. Or, more sophisticatedly, "The Court is thwarting the will of the people . . ." blah, blah, blah.

I guess I've become more liberal as I've grown older, because these are the arguments I used to make. Majorities are great, but with this (in the case of this woman having to make a horrible decision about her unborn son) and other things (such as the right to engage in consensual sexual activities, Lawrence v. Texas), I'm glad we have courts to spare us from the busybodies.

i too avoid this topic in polite conversation, which (for me anyway) blogging is. but from time to time i do note that i respect and admire the women i know, who are raising their mistakes. looking at what they have overcome, i say a prayer of thanks that i have not been so tested in my life, yet.

I know a woman who found out around 20 weeks that she had a baby with deformities that were "incompatible" with life. She choose to keep the baby with her as long as she could. She could love it while it was inside her. She knew it would most likely die before, or during, birth. Not to be argumentative, just bringing up a similar situation, with a different outcome.