Between two birthdays
In about 2 weeks my sweet Fletch will turn 7, a joyous celebration will occur much like the day he was born. Much like the day I found out I was expecting. Very much unlike the day about 11 months prior to his arrival when I could no longer carry the child growing inside me. On the day when that child stopped growing, but could not safely, or naturally leave my body. I see the signs that say “value them both” and my blood boils. This argument, while based in what I truly believe is a good place, is flawed. It only assumes that life is made and life is born. But we all know that life is messy. It's not clean. It's not easy. Creating a life, and especially a healthy one, is a miracle. It requires a million things to come together at the perfect time. And when I see those signs, I am angry. Because I am alive, and my child is alive and we deserve to be alive. So why not honor my existence and that of my child because without the necessary medical intervention that was