what I witnessed Friday night on Dateline. I was at the gym, typing in my stats on an elliptical runner, and I looked up to see what we had for viewing options above me. Win a Date with Tad Hamilton seemed like a nicer, more carefree option, but the Lord would not let me take my eyes and ears off this:
article here: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26227040/
Things like this have moved me deeply my whole life, but since becoming a mother? I could barely hold it together enough to stay on the machinery. I walked in the door at home after working out and started sobbing. Husband and Anja met me at the (baby) gate, and he said, “What’s wrong?” I tried to squeeze out the story between sobs and continued to relay it to him as I showered and nursed our own precious daughter.
Despite what a hospital worker or government official has to say, isn’t there something within a parent that just screams, It is WRONG for me to give my own baby away, defects or none? Perhaps this hits home so much because Husband’s brother has Down Syndrome. He is fairly low-functioning, and could never live independently. But to take someone that helpless and chain them to a bed in a scummy room with barred windows? To administer strong sedatives to adults with mental disabilities just because you have nothing better to offer them? To send your baby away to a life of essential torture because you will be looked upon unfavorably by your peers if you keep him/her? Disgraceful. Wrong. Tragic. So many words come to mind, but none do it justice.
Though I haven’t looked into this organization much yet, the woman who spoke on its behalf during the show seemed kind, knowledgeable and determined.