the Choice

I was accompanying my mum to the hospictal this morning when we started talking about family building. This leaded to the topic of pregnacy, giving birth and children.

My plan is that if I eventually get married to my boyfriend in Australia, I hope that I can go back to Singapore and have my mum taking care of me after giving birth. It always feels better to be in some place familiar and have the people you know, to take care and look after you. That is how I feel about it. Furthermore, my boyfriend's parents are vegetarians. I will not be able to take the kind of food to recover my health. But I wonder what my boyfriend will say about this. Another alternative is that I will get my mum to be in Australia to take care of me instead. This is because I heard that one can not travel in the plane when she is about to give birth. If I'm not mistaken, you can not allow to board the plane when you are 6th month pregnant.

Then I told her my opinion about giving birth to abnormal babies. I will go for abortion if I know that my baby is not normal. Some people may disagree with me. However, I do not want to give life to this baby, knowing that the baby will suffer for the rest of his/her life. I will rather be the one carrying the pain and the guilt of doing the act.

My neighbour's eldest daughter gave birth a year back. The doctor had told her that the baby may be abnormal, cause his head was much bigger than it should have been. She didnt give up the baby, especially not after the doctor told her that the size of the head seemed to be smaller as time went by. After giving birth, they realised that the baby was born with broken ribs, arms and leg. He had to immediately be put in cast. Now he is a year old, permanently disfigured with the protruding rib bones under the skin of his chest and legs with uneven-length. The folks have yet to findout if the baby had a normal human brain function. But one thing that they do know is that, at least twice every month, the baby had to be sent to the hospital to have some part of his body wrap in cast. Just a simple action of carry or turning the baby, will result in the bones snapping. He is crying every other day. He is pain. Every time he cries, the 1st thing the family does is send the baby to hospital. The do not know which part of his bones are broken, and the baby can't use speech to explain himself. He can only cry to express his pain. Cries of pain. And I told myself, I can not allow this to happen to my children.