We all know that life is sacred and needs to be defended at all costs. That’s why it’s my sacred duty to continue carrying the fetus that several doctors have told me cannot possibly survive independent of me, even with all available medical interventions. Life is a gift from God, and that is why this fetus must remain inside me so we can both die.
While the risks of delivering this fetus carry much higher complication rates and my doctors are gravely concerned for my health if I continue with this pregnancy, I know in my heart, that this is all part of God’s plan for me. And in the end, it’s up to Him to decide.
I can’t just throw away a precious life, though it is technically not really alive and never will be. As a godly woman, I accept this miracle and thank God for the always beautiful and miraculous experience of pregnancy, even when it will result in my beautiful, preventable death. I’m not sure why, but in my heart I know this is true.
I’m so lucky to have become a mother who could soon be dead, along with her child (if you can call it that, since it will never breathe, think, or feel).
I know my story is hard for some people to hear, but it’s not nearly as hard as it would be to have to cruelly abort a fetus that was already doing a pretty good job of aborting itself on it’s own. I couldn’t live with that, and neither could my state legislators (even though they probably never thought about this even once). So instead, I will likely die along with this dying fetus.
I am incredibly blessed to live in a Christian nation, where life is always sacred, even at the cost of life itself.