Originally, when my wife and I found out she was pregnant, we were overjoyed. It was something that we had hoped would happen for a long time.
Over time though, we grew concerned. Doctor visits revealed that our child was going to be....."special." Learning and physical disabilities.
My wife and I talked for a long time, and, despite our religious beliefs, felt that abortion was the right choice.
Before you mention adoption, know my wife and I felt burdening another couple with a damaged child would be cowardly.
However, doctor after doctor we saw refused to perform the procedure. "The child is too far along." "The consequences could be catastrophic to the mother." "State law forbids it.
" Those kind of excuses.
We turned to....less reputable sources. Back alley doctors. That kind of thing. While we found a couple willing to perform the procedure, the cost was always well outside of what we could afford.
Finally, after my wife grew severely depressed, and we had explored all other options, we decided on an extreme solution.
Due to some of my field skills learned in the military, including medical, we decided that I could, with some research, perform the procedure myself.
I took my time, studied, and finally, we decided I was ready.
My wife, of course, wanted to be sedated for the procedure. She couldn't bear to be awake during. I respected that.
It was time. My wife was unconscious. I took a deep breath, put on my gloves, and walked in the room.
"Daddy?" my daughter said, opening her one eye. She smiled at me as I placed the pillow over her face.