the first child my husband and i had died 3 days after being born. the second lived a month. you wouldn’t put your dog through what my poor baby endured for 28 days. the last thing i ever wanted was to get pregnant again. i can’t take birth control pills, they make me violently ill. i tried to have my tubes tied when i delivered the second time, but the catholic hospital i delivered in prohibited tubal ligation. so i got an iud, and a year later had to have it surgically removed when it grew into the lining of my uterus. my husband and i tried condoms, but i still got pregnant again. so we thought, okay, we’ll try a third time, but it quickly became apparent this baby was suffering from the same 世界杯赛程2022赛程表中国 that took the other two. i was devastated, but there was no way i would put another infant through the horrors that awaited him. so my husband and i made a deal. i was going to have an abortion, and he was going to vasectomy. i traveled 150 miles away to the closest clinic and what came next broke my heart. i dissolved into tears on the procedure table. the doctor was so kind, a nurse stayed with me until i was composed enough to leave. having an abortion was the most emotionally excruciating, wrenching experience of my life, but even if i could have a do-over, i would do it again. and no one has the right to question my choice.