When abortion law was first passed, I couldn’t believe it. There had been cases where girls were raped and ended up pregnant. They had to carry the baby and give birth to it, after being put into foster care. Women that were kidnapped when they were pregnant and the baby ended up dying, the offender would be charged with MURDER. or if a pregnant woman was abused by her husband and the baby died, the husband was charged with murder. But if, for whatever reason, the woman did not want the baby and wanted to kill it herself, then it was called ABORTION.
Abortions started out only being allowed for the first few weeks, saying that the fetus was only unformed tissue. As long as the baby did not take a breath, this was the case. To my way of thinking, ABORTION and MURDER are both equal, they are both the same thing, however you want to word it MURDER and ABORTION are interchangeable.
As I got older, the abortion law made less and less sense to me, not that it ever made sense to me to begin with, but it turned my stomach either way. All I could think about was how many people there were, that would have loved to adopt those babies that were being killed on purpose. When I found out that I had endometrosis, and probably would not be able to even become pregnant, period, or I would lose the baby before the second month, I figured that I would have to adopt if I was ever to have any children.
Unfortunately, that didn’t happen either. I ended up divorced twice and had no children. Luckily I had nieces and nephews to love and send different things to. I lived in a different state, so I was not able to see them as much as I would have liked to. But, I had a lot of friends with children and was able to be close to them.
Some of my friends called me Honorary Aunt, and some of them, as I aged, called me Grandma Bonnie, and now I am called Mamma Hen, because I am always doing for others and fussing about wanting to help, but they don’t want me to do too much and get tired out.
Since I had a shoulder replacement in April of 2018, I have basically stopped being able to do too much of anything. As a matter of fact I have had to have a caregiver myself.
Had any of the babies that were aborted been given up for adoption, and I was financially able to do it, I would have gladly adopted one or two of them for my own children.
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