scooby: You want a reason? I’ll give you a reason. Let me tell you a story.
My wife and I plan to have children. However, she’s currently finishing her PhD; if we were to start a family now, her degree (and career) would be back-burnered. We would rather bring a child into a family where both the mother and father have their life and career plans solidly in place, because it would be better for the kid. Therefore, for the time being, we use birth control to prevent conception.
Now: A while back, she was in an auto wreck, and broke her back. She wasn’t paralyzed; the fracture was in the wing of the vertebra, not the main body, so the spinal cord was not in danger. However, it was extraordinarily painful, and limited her movement. She tried physical therapy, cortisone shots, and all sorts of other treatments. Finally, we had to resort to surgery.
The surgical solution for this involves putting a titanium cage around the affected section of the spinal column to lock those vertebrae in place. (The operation is called “spinal fusion.”) First, the surgeons go into the back, removing bone fragments and such, and then screw the back half of the cage to the spine. Then they turn the body and enter through the belly, pushing all the internal organs aside to expose the spine from the front, so they can attach the other half of the cage.
The operation lasts for many hours, and recovery is extremely painful. My wife was in a wheelchair for weeks afterward, and still now, a couple of years later, has reduced flexibility in her lower back. It is not, by any means, a minor procedure.
Here’s the thing: About a month after the surgery, we discovered that the birth control had failed, and she was pregnant. Not only that, but she had been pregnant for between two and three months.
That’s right – she had been pregnant during surgery. The developing fetus was bombarded with x-rays as they were planning for the spinal work. It was filled with narcotics during and after the surgery. It was physically traumatized by the entry of the surgeon’s hands into my wife’s abdomen and the shifting of her organs.
We were heartbroken. We looked at the ultrasound that confirmed the pregnancy, and we cried and cried. Given what the fetus had been through, it would have been cruel and irresponsible to bring it to term; the odds were very high that it would be negatively affected, if it even survived. And moreover, my wife was in no physical shape to carry a child; the stress on her healing back, all the way through pregnancy and up to birth, would have been extremely dangerous.
We decided we had no choice but to terminate the pregnancy. It was a difficult, horrible decision. It was painful and deeply depressing. I still get bummed out thinking about it; this is not easy to write.
And if we had the opportunity to go back, knowing what we know now, knowing how emotionally devastating it was, we would make the exact same choice – because, really, there is no choice.
You wanted a reason? That’s a reason.
And the emotional trauma we suffered as a result, the pain we went through, is why I have nothing but a vehement, bitter, and angry “fuck you” response to all those people who believe they can dictate my morality and who would insert themselves into this painful, difficult, and entirely personal and private decision for their own selfish purposes. We have firsthand experience with it, we know exactly how painful it is, and we still support freedom of choice.
Any more questions?