I know this is just one side of the coin. But I personally believe this is the bigger and heavier side. I found this on the internet today and I just had to share it…. it made me cry! Literally!
Hi, Mommy.
I’m your baby. You don’t know me yet, I’m only a few weeks old. You’re going to find out about me soon, though, I promise. Let me tell you some things about me. My name is John, and I’ve got beautiful brown eyes and black hair. Well, I don’t have it yet, but I will when I’m born. I’m going to be your only child, and you’ll call me your one and only. I’m going to grow up without a daddy mostly, but we have each other. We’ll help each other, and love each other. I want to be a doctor when I grow up.
You found out about me today, Mommy! You were so excited, you couldn’t wait to tell everyone. All you could do all day was smile, and life was perfect. You have a beautiful smile, Mommy. It will be the first face I will see in my life, and it will be the best thing I see in my life. I
know it already.
Today was the day you told Daddy. You were so excited to tell him about me! …He wasn’t happy, Mommy. He kind of got angry. I don’t think that you noticed, but he did. He started to talk about something called
wedlock, and money, and bills, and stuff I don’t think I understand yet. You were still happy, though, so it was okay. Then he did something scary, Mommy. He hit you. I could feel you fall backward, and
your hands flying up to protect me. I was okay… but I was very sad for you. You were crying then, Mommy. That’s a sound I don’t like. It doesn’t make me feel good. It made me cry, too. He said sorry after,
and he hugged you again. You forgave him, Mommy, but I’m not sure if I do. It wasn’t right. You say he loves you… why would he hurt you? I don’t like it, Mommy.
Finally, you can see me! Your stomach is a little bit bigger, and you’re so proud of me! You went out with your mommy to buy new clothes, and you were so so so happy. You sing to me, too. You have the most
beautiful voice in the whole wide world. When you sing is when I’m happiest. And you talk to me, and I feel safe. So safe. You just wait and see, Mommy. When I am born I will be perfect just for you. I will
make you proud, and I will love you with all of my heart.
I can move my hands and feet now, Mommy. I do it because you put your hands on your belly to feel me, and I giggle. You giggle, too. I love you, Mommy.
Daddy came to see you today, Mommy. I got really scared. He was acting funny and he wasn’t talking right. He said he didn’t want you. I don’t know why, but that’s what he said. And he hit you again. I got angry,
Mommy. When I grow up I promise I won’t let you get hurt! I promise to protect you. Daddy is bad. I don’t care if you think that he is a good person, I think he’s bad. But he hit you, and he said he didn’t want
us. He doesn’t like me. Why doesn’t he like me, Mommy?
You didn’t talk to me tonight, Mommy. Is everything okay?
It’s been three days since you saw Daddy. You haven’t talked to me or touched me or anything since that. Don’t you still love me, Mommy? I still love you. I think you feel sad. The only time I feel you is when
you sleep. You sleep funny, kind of curled up on your side. And you hug me with your arms, and I feel safe and warm again. Why don’t you do that when you’re awake, any more?
I’m 21 weeks old today, Mommy. Aren’t you proud of me? We’re going somewhere today, and it’s somewhere new. I’m excited. It looks like a hospital, too. I want to be a doctor when I grow up, Mommy. Did I tell
you that? I hope you’re as excited as I am. I can’t wait.
Mommy, I’m getting scared. Your heart is still beating, but I don’t know what you are thinking. The doctor is talking to you. I think something’s going to happen soon. I’m really, really, really scared,
Mommy. Please tell me you love me. Then I will feel safe again. I love you!
Mommy, what are they doing to me!? It hurts! Please make them stop! It feels bad! Please, Mommy, please please help me! Make them stop!
Don’t worry Mommy, I’m safe. I’m in heaven with the angels now. They told me what you did, and they said it’s called an abortion.
Why, Mommy? Why did you do it? Don’t you love me any more? Why did you get rid of me? I’m really, really, really sorry if I did something wrong, Mommy. I love you, Mommy! I love you with all of my heart. Why don’t you love me? What did I do to deserve what they did to me? I want to live, Mommy! Please! It really, really hurts to see you not care about me, and not talk to me. Didn’t I love you enough? Please say
you’ll keep me, Mommy! I want to live smile and watch the clouds and see your face and grow up and be a doctor. I don’t want to be here, I want you to love me again! I’m really really really sorry if I did
something wrong. I love you!
I love you, Mommy..♥ =(
->Every abortion is just:
-One more heart that was stopped.. =(
-Two more eyes that will never see.. =(
-Two more hands that will never touch.. =(
-Two more legs that will never run.. =(
-One more mouth that will never speak.. =(
P.S. A post you must read… The ‘unfamiliar’ Bane and My story
P.P.S. I would be next blogging on the 14th… so take care till then.
Ramblings of an idle mind 
Hard hitting ..
Parents or I should say couple sometimes are so ir-responsible , I have been to places where my blood boils literally seeing kids in a dispicable position, we have gone for an incident and it ended up doing a complete other incident..
People should be more responsible and HELD responsible too.. dont know what to say on this but i am sure you will understand what i mean
I completely agree…. sometimes it is enraging for sure..
Can I just say that for every child that people pray for and wait for with bated breath, there’s one or probably more born to completely unfit parents – people who are unable to take care of themselves and hence it follows that a child will not have the right upbringing. I’d much rather the child was aborted than be raised by drug addicts, sexual abusers/predators or alcoholics. With all of the above all that happens is the cycle of hate and neglect is perpetuated leading to a new generation of criminals. A child does not ask to be born. The least we owe said child is a safe environment and opportunities to realize his/her potential. And yes, if that means perfectly capable, educated people decide they do not want a child because they cannot shoulder the responsibility then yes, by all means, abortion should be condoned and encouraged since benign neglect can be just as bad as physical/sexual abuse. And this is the opinion of a very happy, fulfilled mother
You put it very well. I am unable to do anything but agree. Thank you for your opinion.
thanks for sharing this Jhanvi !
very touching indeed !
btw, you’ve been tagged:
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regards
rahul
Thanks for reading this. Will just check out the tag… Thank you so much.
A post that hits the heart straight away, very touching.
Felt the same.
So touching!
Agreed!
Tears in my eyes too.. something really broke inside to read this one.
I agree… 🙂
extremely moving
as a mother it is so hard to read or even imagine something like this
As a mother, it must be much more disturbing than it was for me….
Ouch! Nice find. Very hard hitting.
Yes it was hard hitting. Thanks for dropping by.
Very thoughtful…
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Glad I could induce the thought. Thanks for coming by. Hope you return.
Thought provoking !
Glad it did it’s job!
🙂
oh dear.. I got goosebumps.. just reading this.
Glad to have found you at Indiblogger. Your newest folower and regular visitor now.
cheers
Kajal
It had that affect on me too… thanks for coming here… hope you return…
Thoughtful post. The last 4 lines says it all.
The whole point was to make everyone think….. 🙂