July 18th, 2004
Some people are just devoid of conscience or shame.
Via Michele and Michelle, the New York times ran this story:
I found out I was having triplets when I went to my obstetrician. The doctor had just finished telling me I was going to have a low-risk pregnancy. She turned on the sonogram machine. There was a long pause, then she said, ”Are you sure you didn’t take fertility drugs?” I said, ”I’m positive.” Peter and I were very shocked when she said there were three. ”You know, this changes everything,” she said. ”You’ll have to see a specialist.”
My immediate response was, I cannot have triplets. I was not married; I lived in a five-story walk-up in the East Village; I worked freelance; and I would have to go on bed rest in March. I lecture at colleges, and my biggest months are March and April. I would have to give up my main income for the rest of the year. There was a part of me that was sure I could work around that. But it was a matter of, Do I want to?
I looked at Peter and asked the doctor: ”Is it possible to get rid of one of them? Or two of them?” The obstetrician wasn’t an expert in selective reduction, but she knew that with a shot of potassium chloride you could eliminate one or more.
Having felt physically fine up to this point, I got on the subway afterward, and all of a sudden, I felt ill. I didn’t want to eat anything. What I was going through seemed like a very unnatural experience. On the subway, Peter asked, ”Shouldn’t we consider having triplets?” And I had this adverse reaction: ”This is why they say it’s the woman’s choice, because you think I could just carry triplets. That’s easy for you to say, but I’d have to give up my life.” Not only would I have to be on bed rest at 20 weeks, I wouldn’t be able to fly after 15. I was already at eight weeks. When I found out about the triplets, I felt like: It’s not the back of a pickup at 16, but now I’m going to have to move to Staten Island. I’ll never leave my house because I’ll have to care for these children. I’ll have to start shopping only at Costco and buying big jars of mayonnaise. Even in my moments of thinking about having three, I don’t think that deep down I was ever considering it.
I consider myself to be pro-choice, but this story just plain sickens me. “One baby? OK. Twins? No problem. But triplets? Oh no!! My life is over! Can I just keep one and get rid of the other two?”
What a sick, shallow, cold-hearted monster!
There are women who are struggling to conceive a child, and along comes a selfish, narcissistic, heartless being who kills two of three babies because she doesn’t want to change her lifestyle or her circumstances. And on top of that, her “boyfriend” who played a part in making them rubber-stamps her selfish decision. “Selective pregnancy reduction”, my eye. That was premeditated murder.
Shame on Amy Richards and her “boyfriend”! They should never be allowed to breed again. And I hope the boy she carried to term will pierce their hearts and bring both of them to their knees in tears when he asks them why his two siblings had to die.
Related: Some think the above might be a hoax on part of the NYT. Allah has additional information which gives the article credibility.
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The doctor wasn’t an expert in “selective reduction?”. Amazing how the pro-choice movement manages to find names that sound benign to describe these grotesque procedures…
Hoax or not, I don’t doubt such a person exists in this sick country.
What a piece of shit!
This is hard to believe.
Disgusting. The same kind of thing happens often with fertility drugs – multiple fetuses and then “selective reduction”. Messing with nature this way is walking the edge of the razor blade.