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Month one
Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I
have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The
sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.
Month Two
Mommy, today I learned how to suck my
thumb. If you could see me, you could definitely
tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive
outside my home though. It is so nice and warm
in here.
Month Three
You know what Mommy, I'm a boy!! I hope that
makes you happy. I always want you to be
happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so
sad. It makes me sad too, and I cry with you even
though you can't hear me.
Month Four
Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is
very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I
spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head
and curl my fingers and toes, and stretch my arms
and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.
Month Five
You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied
to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a
baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?
Month Six
I can hear that doctor again. I don't like
him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is
intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him
stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! HELP me!
Month Seven
Mommy, I am okay. I am in GOD's arms.
He is holding me. He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped. Two
more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that
will never touch. Two more legs that will never
run. One more
mouth that will never speak
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