Part of the Problem
Many people have a fixation on one specific vision of their future. Others, with greater wisdom and lesser morals, see these situations and exploit them. From a freshwater-pr0n's locked journal entry, quoted with permission:
Overheard at the cafe today:
"So they gave her this drug where you have somewhere between two and seven babies. And she got four, but she lost one right away, and then she had three. The rest of the pregnancy was going really well, you know, she was going on bedrest in two weeks, but that's normal. Well, really, she was already *on* bedrest. But then she went into labor, only seven months in, and, you know, in the ER they were all, like. 'Push, push, you're doing great! Just one more!' but she wasn't doing great, she was losing them all one by one. She named them as they came out and they all died a few hours after they were born.
"No one has really seen her since March. She had, like, three cribs set up next to each other, all of those baby clothes she hasn't put away yet. She has pictures of them all over the house. They're all red and shiny, and they look like aliens. They hadn't grown skin yet, they were too young. She just looks at the photos all day."
I couldn't enjoy my coffee, and I couldn't read my book, but I couldn't stop listening.
God. What is wrong with us? We don't have over-the-counter emergency contraception or a vaccine against viruses that lead to cervical cancer, but we have this monstrous fertility drug that makes us ovulate like dogs and give birth to litters of premature children. And the ones that don't live, well, that's God's will.
I don't know this woman or her friends, but I can imagine their pain. Just sitting there as a passive observer, hearing these two women trying to think of ways to help a friend who has spiralled into a deep depression, was awful.
One perfect, worthy baby who deserves a home is going to grow up in foster care. God knows what's going to happen to her along the way. One woman who just wanted a baby has gone through not one, but three miscarriages all at once. Who knows how much money she paid to realize every mother's worst nightmare, going into labor and delivering dead baby after dead baby.
What the fuck is wrong with us?
Unfortunately, the social predators will probably always be there. The best solution I can see is to alert their prey, so the predators have less to feed on. The problem is, the prey usually don't want to know that they are . . .
Overheard at the cafe today:
"So they gave her this drug where you have somewhere between two and seven babies. And she got four, but she lost one right away, and then she had three. The rest of the pregnancy was going really well, you know, she was going on bedrest in two weeks, but that's normal. Well, really, she was already *on* bedrest. But then she went into labor, only seven months in, and, you know, in the ER they were all, like. 'Push, push, you're doing great! Just one more!' but she wasn't doing great, she was losing them all one by one. She named them as they came out and they all died a few hours after they were born.
"No one has really seen her since March. She had, like, three cribs set up next to each other, all of those baby clothes she hasn't put away yet. She has pictures of them all over the house. They're all red and shiny, and they look like aliens. They hadn't grown skin yet, they were too young. She just looks at the photos all day."
I couldn't enjoy my coffee, and I couldn't read my book, but I couldn't stop listening.
God. What is wrong with us? We don't have over-the-counter emergency contraception or a vaccine against viruses that lead to cervical cancer, but we have this monstrous fertility drug that makes us ovulate like dogs and give birth to litters of premature children. And the ones that don't live, well, that's God's will.
I don't know this woman or her friends, but I can imagine their pain. Just sitting there as a passive observer, hearing these two women trying to think of ways to help a friend who has spiralled into a deep depression, was awful.
One perfect, worthy baby who deserves a home is going to grow up in foster care. God knows what's going to happen to her along the way. One woman who just wanted a baby has gone through not one, but three miscarriages all at once. Who knows how much money she paid to realize every mother's worst nightmare, going into labor and delivering dead baby after dead baby.
What the fuck is wrong with us?
Unfortunately, the social predators will probably always be there. The best solution I can see is to alert their prey, so the predators have less to feed on. The problem is, the prey usually don't want to know that they are . . .