Darkness. Utter darkness. The thundering cadence of a heartbeat resounds through aquatic sloshing. Warm fluid passes rhythmically in and out of lungs, but it doesn’t suffocate. Not long ago the tiny enclosure seemed as big as the universe, but now there’s barely enough room to twist a smidgen. A restrictive belt attached to the waist is secured to the rubbery wall. Off in the distance, intermittently between the rapid pounding, the syncopations of a second beat slows down.
“Mommy must be taking a nap. She needs her rest, you know. I love her and she loves me. I can’t wait to meet her. It won’t be long now. I’m getting pretty big for this place. At first I never wanted to leave the safety and warmth of my mommy; I thought I’d be satisfied listening to her muffled voice and laughter – I can recognize her voice anywhere – now I want to see her face. And lately it’s been getting a little cramped in here. It won’t be long now.”
The liquid atmosphere drains out; the tiny chamber collapses.
“What’s going on? This never happened before. But I don’t sense any fear from my mommy so this must be a good thing. I could use a little more time though, maybe four more weeks. My lungs need more time to develop, and my ears aren’t quite ready yet. But mother knows best. I love her and I really hope she loves me.”
Cold metal tongs invade the sanctuary and slip along the legs and torso. They jam into the soft ribs and snap closed, pinching the fatty skin.
“Hey! Watch it, that’s gonna leave a mark. I may be little, but I have feelings too. When my mom finds out you hurt me she’s going to be really mad. She loves me you know, and I love her too. You don’t need to force me out. If the fluid didn’t drain out, I would have flipped over on my head the way God designed me to in a week or so. But maybe my mommy couldn’t wait to see me. I know I can’t wait to see her.”
The slippery metal tongs thrust in again and clamp down on the section of his left leg just below the knee. Searing pain explodes. The tiny leg frantically recoils, desperately kicking the collapsing chamber.
“Let go of me! You’re hurting me! Stop pulling, don’t you think I want out? I’ve got big plans you know. God has tucked away in my brain the cure for cancer. All I need is a chance, and I’m going to make my mommy proud. I love her so very much.”
A sliding rush and both legs break out. The first sensation of air flutters over moist skin. The forceps relinquish their death grip; two latexclad hands grasp the legs and pull.
“Wow, that breeze feels funny and a bit chilly I must say. I’ve never felt air before but I kinda like it. Yeah, I could get used to this.”
Powerful hands pull against the torso; the entire body is exposed and wiggling, all except the head. A deep bruise is already forming where the forceps had crushed the fragile limb.
“Hey, don’t stop now, I’m just about free. The air blowing over my wet body is getting pretty cold now. If you’d let go I’m sure I could squirm my way out. I’m only a few inches from seeing my mommy. I’ve waited such a long time to see her. Please, won’t you let me go so I can see my beautiful mother? I like a good joke as much as the next guy, but enough is enough already. I’ve waited over eight months to feel the touch of her cheek against mine. I want to snuggle in her loving embrace. It’s awfully dark in here, and I’m ready to see the light.”
Sharp scissors puncture the base of the skull. A stream of dark crimson blood gurgles out of the wound. The arms and legs stiffen and wince from the pain. The tiny mouth opens in the birthing canal and expels a silent scream loud enough to shake the foundations of heaven. Somehow the will to live overcomes the pain and a final wiggle brings freedom. A rush of oxygen touches the face, and an agonizing cry fills the room.
“Somebody help me! I can’t take the pain! Will somebody stop the pain!”
Unfocused eyes latch onto a nurse.
“Are you my mommy? Will you kiss it and make it better? I’m feeling weak and cold and the pain…”
The nurse hands the baby to the doctor, and for a spilt second the baby looks directly into his eyes.
“Now I’ll be all right, I’m in the hands of a healer. I don’t know what the poke in the head was about, but I’m sure he can fix it. All those years of study to save lives and the oath to first do no harm. I know he can stop the bleeding. My little wound shouldn’t be hard to fix. I want to look my best when I meet my mommy for the first time. I love her so very much, and I want her to love me. But I’m feeling very cold; my vision is growing dim. Doc, maybe you should do something kinda fast. I can feel my life fading. Put those healing hands to work!”
The doctor looks away, grabs the baby by the forehead, and snaps the tiny neck.
The crying stops.
Dr. Gaston Garvey bolts upright in bed, drenched in sweat. His chest heaves; his pulse races out of control. He glances over at the large red numbers on the nightstand – 2:49 A.M.
“It was only a dream, a nightmare,” Garvey said out loud to chase the
demons away. “Third time this week. Thank goodness it was only a dream…or was it?”
Tags: abortion, Partial Birth Abortion, political, pro-life, unborn baby
October 25, 2008 at 3:32 am |
And Barack Obama voted FOR this terrible practice.