“At the age of 28, I found out I was pregnant with quintuplets. Immediately, my doctor talked to me about selective reduction. When I said no, he sent me to a specialist who repeatedly asked me to consider reducing my pregnancy to triplets or even twins. This went on for several months. My husband and I never considered this, not for a second. God had given us these tiny children and He would take care of them. 20 years later I look back and can’t imagine our lives without any of them. After graduation, three joined the military to serve our country and two are pursuing careers in the medical field. They are all responsible adults who love God and make this world a better place. I chose to save their lives and now they are saving the lives of others.”
That clearly came from a place of concern, quintuplets is obviously an extremely burdensome and dangerous pregnancy to have, its great that she seemingly made it through without too much complication and im happy it turned out well for her but please dont ignore that this girl took a very large risk that could have ended much differently and the doctors were just worried for her safety.
“When I said no, he sent me to a specialist who repeatedly asked me to consider reducing my pregnancy to triplets or even twins. This went on for several months.”
Just worried for her safety?…No. These parents had to endure unprofessional and inexcusable harassment.
As for the risk involved with multiple births, doctors should do everything they can to care for the life of the mother and her unborn children. Physicians are called to heal, not harm.
Abortion cannot be justified simply because the situation is difficult.
If you’re a dude who sings “Santa, Baby” but changes all the lyrics to “Santa, buddy” and say “think of all the hotties I haven’t kissed” and you ask for “ca-ching” instead of “a ring.” I judge a little bit.
This was the musical version of “no homo!” Settle down dude. If you’re going to sing a famous flirtatious song about marrying Santa you need to embrace the gay a little. Or at least be less aggressively “we’re just bros being bros!” about it.
