In recent months, we’ve witnessed a relentless wave of challenges to women’s reproductive rights. As a woman and a mother, this constant assault has left me both angry and worried, especially given my personal experiences with these rights. The thought of such fundamental rights being eroded is deeply unsettling.
So, why do reproductive rights matter to me? Let me share my story: I am a mother who underwent a second-trimester abortion.
A few years ago, while living in California, my husband and I were thrilled to learn we were expecting our second child after just one try. Our son was two years old, and we felt ready to expand our family. After passing all the preliminary chromosomal tests, we excitedly shared the news of our impending arrival with family — “It’s another boy!” Despite some early spotting, everything seemed normal during the first ultrasound. To be cautious, our doctor recommended a follow-up ultrasound at 16 weeks. By that time, the spotting had stopped, and I was optimistic about the results.
However, that was not to be. The ultrasound technician was unusually quiet, and when our doctor entered the room, I felt a growing sense of dread. My heart sank when she expressed serious concerns regarding the pregnancy. The diagnosis was bilateral multicystic dysplastic kidneys, which meant that neither of my unborn son’s kidneys had developed properly, leaving them as mere cysts. As a result, he was not producing any amniotic fluid.
When the doctor explained our options, I was left feeling lost. We could either terminate the pregnancy, wait to see if it ended on its own, or carry to term and face the likelihood of our son being stillborn or living only a short, painful life on dialysis. After a long discussion, my husband and I made the heart-wrenching decision to end the pregnancy.
We opted for a voluntary follow-up ultrasound, which confirmed our fears. The image of his kidneys, resembling clusters of grapes, was heartbreaking. The doctor pointed out there was no bladder or stomach, and the size of the kidneys was displacing his heart. It became clear that if we continued with the pregnancy, our son would face severe suffering, and I couldn’t bear the thought of that.
The wait for the next available hospital appointment for my D&E was emotionally exhausting. Despite knowing what we had to do, I still felt the kicks of my baby, alternating between joy and sorrow as I grappled with the impending loss. During this tumultuous time, a doctor told me, “You should feel fortunate to live in a state that permits this.” That statement struck me, as I realized that in other states, I might have faced even more hurdles or been outright denied the choice to make this decision for my family. The possibility of being forced to carry my son to term, risking my health, or watching him suffer was unimaginable.
At 18 weeks, we said goodbye to our son. While I would never wish the experience of terminating a wanted pregnancy on anyone, I am profoundly grateful to have the option in a state that supported us through this process with compassion and respect. This experience solidified why reproductive rights are so crucial to me.
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To sum up, living in a state with robust reproductive rights has allowed me the freedom to make tough decisions regarding my family without added stress or obstacles. It’s a privilege that I do not take for granted.
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