Within the past 3 weeks, the news has been littered with reports of infant abuse and infanticide. A 4-month-old died after being thrown against a couch and shaken, and a 6-week-old was killed by his father (who killed another infant son of his some twenty years ago). Two days ago, an 8-month-old baby drowned after his mother left him in the tub to go fix him some food. And another baby was thrown 3 feet onto the floor by his mother but didn't die.
I'd say god needs to reevaluate whom on this planet has to deal with infertility.
Having a baby is stressful, no doubt about it. There were plenty of times when I was nursing M in those early weeks, when my raw nipples were nearly detaching from my body and he would swat at them with his flailing baby hands, that I felt the urge to launch him across the room because the pain was so intense.
But I didn't.
And I have felt like beating the hell out of my kindergartener when she mouths off at me in that sassy way of hers.
But I don't.
I can totally understand the urge to harm a child because babies and children have the innate ability to drive a person to the brink of sanity. And the fact that I understand this is one of the main reasons I do not spank my children---it is just too easy for it to go too far.
After hearing these reports, it makes me think about abortion. I don't think abortion is right, and I would never make the choice to have an abortion. But I sure as heck wish these babies had been aborted at 8 weeks gestation than to suffer an incredibly painful death at the hands of people who are supposed to love and protect them.