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johnettan@aleenabenny തീർച്ചയായും, ഗർഭനിരോധനമാർഗങ്ങൾ നമുക്ക് പ്രാപ്യമാണല്ലോ, ശരിയായ ഗർഭനിരോധനമാർഗങ്ങൾ നടപ്പിലാക്കിയാൽ തന്നെ പകുതി അബോർഷനുകൾ നമുക്ക് ഒഴിവാക്കാവുന്നതേ ഉള്ളൂ. എന്നാൽ ശരിയായ രീതിയിൽ അവ നടപ്പിലാക്കാത്തതാണ് ഒരു പിഞ്ചുജീവനെ പോലും നശിപ്പിക്കുക എന്ന ക്രൂരതയിലേക്ക് നയിക്കുന്നത്
"You should consider abortion as there is a high chance your child will be deformed." She was broken and hurting; she didn't want to accept this news So many conflicting emotions, pulling her back and forth Sickness plagued her fueling her depression Finally realising the severity of the matter...she made the hospital appointment.
One morning after a helpful doctors consult, she decides, "I'm going to keep this baby." I don't care; I will love and look after my baby no matter what The thought of abortion killed her inside She went home after taking the doctors advice for anti-nausea remedies She was hopeful, finally accepting, excited to be a mum again She knocked on the door, her sister comes to unlock the door and greet her The girl looks down and does her sister, shock sets in Red blood, lots of it, they look at each other in despair
First, she had to accept that she had an unwell child, that she may lose the child, or have to make that decision herself. Once accepting to love this child no matter what, she had to accept that he was now gone.
The nurse had to retrieve the baby from the toilet She was unable to look at him, not wanting to accept her reality but asked to keep him
She sits, and she mourns with her delicate baby in his tiny coffin The deformed reality of her baby sinks in; she only wanted to love him Heartbroken, seeing this incomplete child that she so desperately realised she wanted She then had to accept his fate was never in her hands
Life is a rollercoaster of emotions; you only realise what you have until it is gone; once you accept something painful, life changes.
It hurts. It's unfair. It is a process of emotions but accepting reality is the only way to live in the present
My 42 years old mum says that she wants an another baby. That's gross... I'm trying to convince her not to do that. Any #suggestions?
My answer to this question?
Can you please tell me what is #Gross if your #mother wants another #biological#child? She is only 42. I know for you it's late. Yes when it comes to health related concern regarding #pregnancy few complications are there. You don't want another sibling but what about your mother's desire/wish to become mother again is not important for you.
I assume that you are the youngest child of your parents. Now imagine if your eldest sibling have the same wish like yours and if your mother because of your sibling's happiness change her mind to become mother again. This wish of yours does not exist, I hope you know the reason why. Please don't feel offensive. My purpose is not to make you feel sad or angry. If your mother want let her feel the same happiness again of becoming a mother again. Take care of your mother during the pregnancy if she gets pregnant again and also one more thing please don't feel gross. Now imagine your baby sibling in your arms. Still you feel Gross. You already have two siblings. Please answer this question. For a single second will you imagine your life without your siblings. Pregnancy at this age, is a matter of concern but if she is healthy let her feel the beauty and happiness of becoming a mother again.
She silently screamed initially to hide her mumble roars within,
Lied down in a excruciatingly comfortable position, with teary smiles at every slight spin,
With abruptly gradual movements of the fetus she neared the moment of painful joy,
Contracted and expanded her uterus, making the way for her unborn toy,
Biting her lips and scratching her face, bearing unendurable cramps,
Her eyes bled dried tears, pushing at every pull, she made several attempts,
Her heart beats ran stoppingly when her nerves twitched and pinched,
Experiencing the deadly birthing procedure, she gradually inched,
Reached the doors of death to bring the new life on the Earth,
Finally embracing her crying bliss with trembling hands, she went through the dark to enlighten his hearth.
She didn't know whether she bore a star-crossed fate
or the almighty was willing to test her forbearance,
they called her 'A curse to the society' and her child, ‘An illegitimate'
though she held a different perception and looked through broader lens.
She was beaten, raped, blackmailed and pained,
over and over again, her dignity was scraped and stained,
her unborn was the innocent seed of her immature womb, they sowed,
tied to her cord, was it, when ruptured they, her body with their lusty sword.
Our highly civilised society was desperately thirsty for her unborn's blood,
wished to uproot it's existence with their rancid rules' erosion,
their putrid mentality, blamed the victim and crowned the accused as 'stud',
mistaken had they, feeble was the lass not the mother who had survived the corrosion.
She chose to bear her baby and fought for her right, her freedom,
the path was thorny and difficult but she did give birth to her tiny blossom, the only weapon she held in the war of criticism was of education, courageous was the lioness, with acute pain she raised her son.
The discipline she inculcated, the values she imbibed were commendable, firm determination converted her son from 'An illegitimate to the most respectable', renown doctor of the town was an illicit child, the society had conveniently forgotten, ones who left them midway to battle alone for survival later sought thconsultation.
This was the first time, all the pains and aches felt blissful, Her perpetual sickness felt like budding roots, soon to be fruitful, Every time she fainted, every while she retched or spewed, She embraced the flames of twinges on which her dreams were getting brewed.
Every time, she used to feel healthy and good, she day dreamt, Sometimes counting the days remaining, sometimes successfully spent, Sometimes she'd caress her belly and bless the tiny blossom inside, Changing positions a million times, on the quilt of sleep, her dreams would glide.
All of a sudden a disasterous wind flew with an enormous force, Sharp pangs made her squeak in her sleep's course, Causing a crack on the brittle panes of her long awaited desire, Bled her heart and soul burnt all night on the ill-fate's fire.
The next morning as she scaled the road towards her medic, The closer she reached, her heart thumped with greater vigour, Waiting in the queue outside, she could think nothing but only predict, In a quivering voice, she explained, eager to hear good from the doctor.
The fear that clutched her last night finally gulped her at once, On learning that her womb was getting cleansed by itself, she panicked and freaked, Choicelessly, she was to witness her foetus oozing out, it's disintegrated organs, She still waited for a miracle until the last drop of blood got leaked.
Has seperated her from the unborn, that devastating miscarriage, She still couldn’t find the key to emancipation, unlocking the bondage, The wounds on the internal walls of her weakened body have healed, Scars that abortive pregnancy left on her soul have still not concealed.