A New Doctor

May 9, 2017:
Today a prayer was answered. We found a doctor who heard our story and said he would be more than happy to work with us.
After our last few visits with our latest doctor, both Nathan and I felt like we couldn’t get out of there fast enough. As I sat listening to her “advice” to hurriedly kill my own child, I just felt that these people did not honor or value the life of the unborn.
I tried asking questions about procedures I’d read about online to increase my amniotic fluid and her words were, “It will do no good. You baby will die either before or after it’s born.” We asked about kidney transplants and her response was ,” It’s really hard to find a kidney for a baby.” Hard? Hard? What do we care for hard? There is an infinitely wide chasm between hard and impossible. What things in life worth having are easy to attain? Hard is not impossible, not even close.
As the discussion continued, it became evident that our pregnancy and child were simply an inconvenience to her and she thought that I should see it that way too. She felt that it was inconvenient to torture myself and delay the inevitable. I wanted to tell her that true torture would be allowing the death of my own flesh and blood as a matter of convenience and living with the “what if” for the rest of my life. She offered no hope, no choices, and no acceptance of our decision.
Now that I can fully process all that was said, I feel sad for these doctors who have been so hardened by science that they no longer see the beauty and miraculousness of a baby in the womb; a real, LIVE, human being. My baby may not live, but that does not cease to make it a life and a life worth protecting. We are praying hard that this new doctor cherishes this sweet little life as much as we do and sees the importance of giving it all the time we can.
