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pro-birth · 8 months
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Sophie asked if they could help her daughter, but the doctors said at this age there was nothing to be done. They said that if she did survive because of medical intervention she ran the risk of being disabled. And though Sophie argued that other babies born at 22 weeks had survived and thrived, the doctor told her not to believe what she read on the internet.
I talk a lot about medical malpractice involving pro-choice doctors mismanaging miscarriages because of their politics about pro-life laws. The other side of the fence? Also pro-choice doctors mismanaging preterm birth and lying to their patients over ableist attitudes.
Baby killing isn’t medicine. It never will be, and the longer you ignore injustice against unborn babies and their mothers, the longer it will take to make real changes for both.
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ashleybenlove · 2 months
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"I didn't marry you for your cooking."
This fucking line.
Wouldn't it be hilarious if she was already pregnant when they got married?
(Yes, with Hiccup. Though I'm firmly of the opinion that Hiccup was not the only pregnancy they had. Just the only one to make it out of infancy.)
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hairtusk · 1 year
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Mother! (dir. Darren Aronofsky, 2017) /  The Female Body and Religious Practice in the Later Middle Ages, Caroline Walker Bynum / The Baby of Mâcon (dir. Peter Greenaway, 1993)
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pansyboybloom · 2 months
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The fact that this happened at a school cuts me. I’m a teacher. I remember the last time I subbed in an 8th grade class, a child made a comment that if they had a nonbinary baby they would ‘crush it’. 8th grade is 14 years old, just two less than nex.
I was not allowed to correct this child. Those three girls may have killed nex, but our school system failed nex just as badly. I don’t even know how to breathe reading about all of this. They were a child. They could have been in my classroom.
The American school system is a murderous monster
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dailynarilamb · 11 months
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what if the easter hatchling was resurrected?
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It wouldn't end very well for the hatchling. (Day 39)
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blindmagdalena · 7 months
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First of all, I'm sorry for my bad English, I'm just learning it. Last night I had a nightmare that I was killed while I was pregnant with Homelander's child and it affected me very badly. Of course, this is a dark scenario and I understand if you don't want to write it.
your english is great!!! no worries at all.
omg i'm sorry you had a dream like that!!! my requests are closed at the moment, and this scenario is a little too dark for me (i barely handle character death well, let alone infant death fghjk) but if you ever need some more comforting content, pregnancy/baby stuff is always welcome on my blog!! i have tags for both general dad!Homelander content and more specifically a pregnancy tag.
feel better, darling. 🖤
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coolthudethecoolest · 2 years
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Almost done with these yipppeeeeeee
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aita-blorbos · 9 months
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AITA for killing my child to spare her from slavery?
So I (38F) was enslaved 18 years ago and attempted to run away with my children at the time (4M, 3M, 1F, and newbornF). I got settled down in a home and was enjoying the community and the freedom to actually be able to love and protect my children rather than having to detach from them to accept the horrible things that would inevitably happen to them in life that I could do nothing about. But then my old master and his family showed up looking for me, and by this point I couldn't imagine going back to caring that little for their children and abandoning them to a horrible fate instead. So I killed the 1F child and tried to kill the rest, because it was the only way to spare them.
Some sympathetic people stopped me from getting arrested for it, but everyone really hates me for what I did and has been avoiding me for the last almost two decades, even my old friend who I was living with me for a while and I was thinking of dating. And now this woman (19F) has shown up who I think might be my daughter's ghost who returned to me, and she's really mad at me for leaving her alone in some horrible afterlife and I've been trying to make it up to her nonstop and explain why I did what I did, but at the same time I don't know how I could have reasonably predicted that that would happen to her after she died? So did I make a reasonable decision?
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How’d’ya feel about doing a song fic with the song ‘Remember me’ and the character of your choice ? :3
how do I feel... I FEEL HURT, I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!!
I'm a little sorry for this, because it is HEAVILY angsty... please heed the trigger warnings I've tagged this with!!
DISCLAIMER: This is a songfic to the song “Remember Me” from Coco! I don’t own the song, don’t claim to, and am not profiting off this piece at all.
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Remember me though I have to say goodbye remember me don’t let it make you cry
The UNDERTAKER thinks it’s a shame that the world will only ever know his very first child as Baby Girl Crevan.
A shame, because he had a name for her. If she had made it past her first year, (her first month), the world would have known her as something different. A unique person, with an identity, a name, a soul. Instead she’s a statistic, one more victim of disease who couldn’t be saved.
He had such high hopes. Her existence would have defied his very nature, proving that something which came from death could be so full of life. That was to be her name; Vitaliya.
Even now, he feels like he can’t believe that she’s gone. Even as he knows he has to eventually lower her into her casket, he doesn’t want to let go. Her tiny body fits so perfectly in his arms as it did every other time he held her while she was alive. She looks asleep, but he knows deep inside of him that she won’t be waking up this time.
There’s an echo in his chest, of a loss like this. Maybe a long time ago, maybe back when he was still human. Something that hurt just as badly as losing a daughter.
He has to bite down on his lip to keep tears from falling. It doesn’t work.
He cradles his baby girl for the last time, holding her close to his chest as his beloved comes up behind him. If there’s anything he’s ever wanted so badly not to do, it’s to put Vitaliya down.
for even if I’m far away I hold you in my heart I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart
This pain is… a void. It’s eating him up, the constant reminder that the body he’s holding isn’t really his daughter. It’s just the body that held her during her short time on Earth. This is how she appeared to him, though, to everyone, so he’s not sure how he’s supposed to not believe that her soul is still here in his arms.
As he looks at her precious little face, he wonders if she’s finally at peace. She wasn’t here for very long. She fought so hard, and she was just too young to prevail against the illness that ravaged her. It wasn’t fair what happened.
Does heaven exist? It must, mustn’t it? If he hadn’t ended his own life while he was human, he likes to think he was a good enough person that he would have gone there when he died.
The tears continue to fall as he can’t answer his own question of whether or not he will ever see his darling child again. If he dies now… where will he go? Can he still be saved and end up in heaven? Will he meet her there when he dies? Or is he doomed now, to a life of nothing? Neither heaven nor hell will take him, and he’ll never see Vitaliya again?
He wants to. Her soul is so far away now, in a place he can’t reach, and he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he never gets to see her again.
He rocks her in his arms, and he hums softly, the lullaby he sang to her as he and (Name) cared for her.
If he lives until every last star burns out of the sky, he’ll sing this song every night. To any other child he ever has, and to Vitaliya’s spirit if she might visit him in an empty room in the small hours of the morning when he has no one else.
remember me
though I have to travel far remember me each time you hear a sad guitar know that I’m with you the only way that I can be
The distance from his arms to the casket might as well be an ocean when he leans down to place Vitaliya in it. Once he and (Name) bury their daughter, he doesn’t know if he can ever come back to the cemetery. Just the thought of walking through gates and sitting at his child’s grave is one he can’t bear.
But if he doesn’t come back to visit her resting place, will he ever be near her again?
(Name)’s arms circle around him. They’re a protective embrace, a gentle reminder that the two of them don’t have to grieve alone.
As soon as their arms are around him, all he can say is, “I want her back, (Name).”
“I know, Adrian. So do I.” Their voice is quiet. It’s barely a whisper, ready to be swallowed by the nonexistent wind. It feels like their world exists in shades of grey now, like their daughter took all their color with her when she died. “But she’s not suffering anymore. And we’ll see her at heaven’s gates.”
Will they both? Or will it just be (Name)? Will he ever stand at those gates and walk in and his little Vitaliya, all grown up on the other side, will run at him so he can spin her round?
“I hope we will.” He reaches down, and a long nail strokes over his tiny angel’s cold cheek. “Papa’s here, Vitaliya. Always will be. Even though you’re not here anymore. I’ll be with you, always. Even if I gotta carry you around in my heart and not in my arms. I miss you, darlin’.”
(Name) presses their face into his shoulder and sobs. And he has to not fall apart for their sake, but he can’t hold himself together.
All he can do is weep, and cling to his beloved, and pray to whatever higher power that there is that he’ll get to hold his daughter again one day.
And when he does, he only hopes that she hasn’t forgotten the father she knew for only three and a half weeks on Earth.
Because no matter how long he lives, he will never forget the daughter he knew for only three and a half weeks on Earth, and forever in his heart.
until you’re in my arms again
remember me.
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pro-birth · 6 months
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"A large European study documented that more than half of the babies survived delivery in post-viability induced abortions.[56] If a baby is born alive, the abortionist may complete the abortion by performing active or passive infanticide.[57] Many abortionists perform feticide via intracardiac or intra-amniotic injections to avoid this dreaded complication."
-AAPLOG CO 6: Induced Abortion and Maternal Mortality
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halfyearsqueen · 3 months
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lily : how does your muse view their mother ?
BOTANICAL HEADCANONS / @wcrriorhearts
in rhaenyra's eyes, aemma was everything. she was perfect. she was this kind, gentle often weary presence who always had a nice word to say to everyone. she was a good queen, a good mother, and everything rhaenyra ever wanted to emulate with her own children. and she never seemed to hold it against her that her only surviving child was a daughter, and that in the eyes of some she ? didn't do her duty to her husband. that she failed him in not giving him a healthy son. and she was so ? grateful for that once she grew old enough for the societal importance of a son to really weigh on her. she was an eight year old child when aemma died. aemma's experiences and aemma's pain and losses colored much of how rhaenyra viewed her position, and how she viewed motherhood before and after she was one.
she thinks that her life was ? tragic. absolutely tragic. and the fact she was made heir only after aemma died is something so entirely frustrating to her those early years because if she had been worthy enough to be named heir then, why couldn't he have named her so before. aemma gave her entire life to the service of giving viserys an heir and a worthy successor and once she became that, she was going to make sure that she did, even if she wasn't a son. she was going to fight for it, and push herself consistently and constantly and go above and beyond what would've been expected of a male heir, so she would be worthy enough that it didn't matter that she wasn't a boy, that she'd earned her place. so it didn't matter she had three brothers who COULD take her place. that she'd made her mother's life and made her memory something that would be memorable in an altogether different way - that it wouldn't matter she didn't give the crown another king, that she would be the mother of the first ruling queen, that her memory would be more then just a footnote in westerosi history .
it solidifies a lot of her determination and why once she's given her position, she clings to it. because she's been around politics her entire life up to that point but she's never thought to want the throne because the assumption was always; she would have a brother to take it. and if she never had a brother, it was going to go to daemon. the memory of aemma and her kindness, her compassion, it gives her a lot of strength, and comfort as the years go on. and she modeled a lot of what she viewed as the idealized version of motherhood off of her own mother. she's the strongest woman that she's ever ? known. and she honors her memory even further by placing the arryn symbol on her banners once the dance breaks out. aemma was ? her motivation before she'd had children, a comfort when everything got to be too much to bear to pick herself up and keep going and keep fighting for her place at court.
her fear of pregnancy, and her fear of childbirth stems almost wholly from what she watched aemma experience. from what she'd heard of daella, and alyssa. and like during her pregnancy with jacaerys she ? her anxiety was mounting with the passing of every moon because she knew that ? even if he was born healthy, something could happen in the cradle. and she would be expected to try again, and that was a thing that was unbearable for her to think about. there was also the fear that he would be born a girl to contend with; that she would be placing her burdens on an innocent baby, and with the level of scrutiny and sexism she'd already faced from 111AC on, that alone was ? she personally ? would have very much been willing to leave her throne and titles to a daughter. but she also knew what she faced would become so much worse if it looked like absolute primogeniture was going to become precedent without any legal backing.
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you know, we can just call Lucy Letby an evil piece of shit. we don't need to go into an ableist vent about how this infant killer is a narcissistic psychopath. let's REALLY make it worse for people with these demonised disorders
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booskwan · 5 months
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god all of the preemies in the nicu at nasser hospital died because they weren’t allowed to flee safely. every one of them were found decomposing in their beds. if you still don’t believe this is a genocide i don’t know what to tell you
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rars · 3 months
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i've been thinking about life in regards to my cystic fibrosis and how i've always had it, it's never going away, and how it almost killed me before, in my early years... so, here's a poll out of genuine curiosity:
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margridarnauds · 1 year
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I like a lot of what Epic: The Musical’s doing, I think it has a lot of promise I’ve been listening to Warrior of the Mind and My Goodbye nonstop for two days while writing a paper about a goose because this is my life now but I do feel like it sometimes swings too far in its depiction of Odysseus. Like, I suspect we’re going to be seeing him taking on a more brutal edge re: the suitors, and so it makes sense to have it start off with him being reluctant to be ruthless, but I feel like it loses some of those many turns that Odysseus is described as having -- like, having Zeus have to explain to him that Astyanax is going to be a threat, like Odysseus wouldn’t know. But I also like that it leads to this fleshed out relationship and conflict between Odysseus and Athena.
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cannotfly · 7 months
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@thisshadeofred's mackenzie mcfulton sent: ❝ do you think i’ll make a good mother? ❞
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with the announcement of mac's pregnancy, she's begun to wonder what could she possibly do? mac did everything for her when they were expecting clara. she held her hand, despite being half asleep during the delivery. she provided gentle words after they were told their son would not be born alive. there were encouraging smiles and excited squeezes when they got the news that they would be having another baby. and another.
what could johanna possibly do in exchange for all that?
eyebrows purse at mac's question. a good mother? her? such a good person shouldn't have to wonder over a question like that. the answer is staring her right in the face. but then again, johanna found herself wondering the same thing. if she could be that mother that she would dream of when she heard that homeless woman singing her song to nobody.
❝ of course. mackenzie, you practically raised all of our girls with us. you've seen clara through so much. you were there when they were all born. ❞ as if she knew she was being referenced, the sleeping baby in johanna's arms twitches. ❝ you don't just deliver babies, you take care of their mothers and them after they're born. you're already more nurturing than you think you are. that part of you is only going to become stronger once your baby comes. you'll be more than good. you'll be the best mother this baby could ask for. ❞
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