Mother's Day and aborted babies part 2

Last year I wrote an article called "Mother's Day and aborted babies".  The article was a follow up to an earlier article called "Two very different mothers". 

I suggest reading "Two very different mothers" if you haven't already to better understand this post. 

Assuming you have now read that article on the Salon's Jenny Kutner's very public abortion and the octopus mother (some of you are going 'WHAT? Octopus mother?' - told ya, ya gotta read the first article!), who was willing to give her own life for the lives of her offspring. 

Jenny Kutner's abortion stuck with me and month's later when Mother's Day was coming up Kutner was on my mind a lot. I wondered how she would feel on this first Mother's Day since her abortion.  Many women suffer great depression and self loathing.  They bury it and tell people lies because they don't want to admit that what they did is haunting them and having an effect on them.  

Abortion stays with a person their entire life. It does not go away. 

So I wrote about that first Mother's Day since Kutner's abortion and as Mother's Day approaches again this year I got a few unexpected comments from Jenny Kutner's mother, Pam Kutner...

These are the automated email copies of the comments left on my blog because as Pam Kutner and I were discussing this, she decided to call me a "nut" and delete her previous (above) comments from the article page.  

But now she's back again (see newest comments in the "Mother's Day and aborted babies" article) and now The Federalist has picked up the story as has dozens of Facebook pages. 


So here I am, sharing the story of Jenny Kutner's abortion and Mother's Day once more. 



In Christ,


Julie @ Connecticut Catholic Corner 



Links: 

Jenny Kutner from Salon: http://www.salon.com/2014/08/01/im_having_an_abortion_this_weekend/

My article from 2014 (Two Very Different Mothers): http://connecticutcatholiccorner.blogspot.com/2014/08/two-very-different-mothers.html

My article from 2015 (Mother's Day and aborted babies): http://connecticutcatholiccorner.blogspot.com/2015/05/mothers-day-and-aborted-babies.html

The Federalist: http://thefederalist.com/2016/05/06/mothers-day-is-not-the-time-to-justify-your-abortion/

Mother's Day and aborted babies

As Mother’s Day approaches I am filled with mostly wonderful thoughts.  Remembering my own excitement the first time I was counted among the many women who could celebrate Mother’s Day for the first time.  I also remember all the Mother’s Days of my childhood, making cards for my own mother and grandmothers and great grandmother.  Picking flowers in the yard and field behind my house, wrapping them in Barbie ribbons (Mom wasn’t much of a crafter, so I had to make due), holding them behind my back waiting until she poured over each word my broken Crayola’s had written, including the X’s and O’s under my neatly printed name.  When she looked up smiling from my handmade card I would say “Happy Mother’s Day!” as if she hadn’t known what day it was.  My little brother beside me repeated all I did and looked to me to see if he got it right.

 

When I was older and married with my first and then second child, Mother’s Day became even more profound.  Now it was me reading the handmade cards my children created for me, and placing their flowers in a prominent place in the house where I could show everyone who came over what my beautiful children had done for me on Mother’s Day.  Precious memories.

Memories some people will never ever have.  Instead Mother’s Day for some of them is filled with a haunting void- a place that a child should have filled, but instead guilt and emptiness is all there is.  Still others are so cold and empty it filters through their brains but nothing touches their hearts.  I’m not talking about the pain and tragic suffering of a Mother who lost her child to death.  I am talking about a mother who paid someone cold cash to murder her child growing in her womb.

One such woman I am thinking of this week is Jenny Kutner, a writer at Salon who last August wrote about her planned abortion.  Her callous and cold selfish online story has haunted me since I read it last August...

I wrote about her back then, about what she had done and how there was no motherly instinct in her at all to love and protect the child growing in her womb.  Instead she was filled with disdain and disgust at the tiny child.  Her story still haunts me as does the child she heartlessly killed.  I can't help but wonder if she feels differently today.  

Has what she's done had any effect on her at all?  Regret?  Remorse?  Guilt? Depression?  Sadly, I think not going by her subsequent writings on birth control and sex.

Still, I wonder how she feels today as Mother’s Day approaches.  This first Mother's Day since her abortion...a day she might have celebrated with a child in her arms.  How will she feel every Mother’s Day for the rest of her life knowing she paid someone to murder her child because the timing was wrong?  How do the people who supported her “choice” to abort her child feel?  Her mother, who would be a grandmother today?  Her father, who would be a grandfather?   Are they thinking of the grandchild they helped murder?  Do they wonder what color eyes or hair their grandchild would have?  Do they miss holding and loving this child they helped abort?  Do they recall their dead grandchild at all?

How about her 'supportive' aunts?  Uncles?  Friends?  All those people who told her they supported her “choice” to pay another human being to kill the life growing within her.  The life of HER child…a child that would one day create Mother’s Day cards for her, pick flowers for her and call her ‘mommy’.  That child is dead this Mother’s Day.  They helped killed him/her.  Collectively, with Kutner's choice of abortionist, these people murdered this child.  Kutner and all her supporters will never know that innocent child because together this murderous group helped another human being snuff out this child’s life.  Does anyone of her "supporters" think of this child?

I hope they are thinking of Kutner’s baby this and every Mother’s Day for the rest of their lives. 

I hope they feel guilt and remorse.  I hope they pray to God for forgiveness for what they’ve done- the murder they've committed.  That child’s blood is on all their hands.

I wonder if they ever think of that?  Do they care?

For the sake of the souls of every single person who has had an abortion, performs an abortion and who supports abortion, I pray you will repent for what you have done/are doing.  It's murder.

This Mother's Day, I am asking my readers to PRAY for the mothers and fathers who have murdered their children, and for those who helped and offered their support in the butchering of a human being.  And pray for the end of abortion.  

Mother's Day is a time to celebrate our children and the mothers and grandmother's who give them life, but we can't forget those the world has lost because they were aborted.  We can't forget them...ever.

In Christ,

Julie @ Connecticut Catholic Corner 

Kutner's planned abortion story: http://www.salon.com/2014/08/01/im_having_an_abortion_this_weekend/

My previous write up on Kutner: http://connecticutcatholiccorner.blogspot.com/2014/08/two-very-different-mothers.html

UPDATE:  The Federalist has picked up this article: http://thefederalist.com/2016/05/06/mothers-day-is-not-the-time-to-justify-your-abortion/

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Two very different mothers

By Connecticut Catholic Corner

Today I read two stories of motherhood.  The first story was about a mother octopus.  This mother octopus has stunned the science world with her dedication to the survival of her unborn babies.  

You see, the deep sea Graneledone boreopacifica species of octopus will starve themselves for more than four years (they have a incredibly long brooding period) rather than leave her precious eggs for a moment.  

She spends years, attached to the location she has chosen as the perfect place to lay her eggs.  Once the eggs are laid, she waits with them. Protecting them from predators twenty four hours a day for more than four years. 

Quote: During the brooding period, the mother octopus seemed to focus exclusively on the welfare of the eggs.

"She was protecting her eggs from predators, and they are abundant. There are fish and crabs and all sorts of critters that would love to get in there and eat those eggs. So she was pushing them away when they approached her," Robison said.

"She was also keeping the eggs free from sediment and was ventilating them by pushing water across them for oxygen exchange. She was taking care of them," Robison added.-end quote-

Now I contrast that story with the story of Jenny Kutner, one of the assistant editors over at Salon who wrote this week “I am having an abortion this weekend”.  

Kutner, who for a year had been using an IUD to prevent her from having (not conceiving) a child found out she was pregnant.  Without batting an eye, she scheduled her abortion for today.

Saturday at 10 am.

Kutner felt no motherly instincts at all for the human being in her womb.  She felt no sense to protect that life within her own body.  She felt only for herself.  She didn’t want a child so she would find someone to kill and remove the child from her womb.

Kutner writes: “If I still lived in Texas, I would still have access to all those same means. So I’d face fewer impediments to an abortion than most, but that doesn’t mean I’d face zero. I would still have to have a sonogram, and I would have to hear about the development of the zygote inside me.

As I waited to speak with a counselor at a New York Planned Parenthood last weekend, I felt a wave of relief at the thought of being so far from home. Really, it was relief at the thought of being trusted to make my own decision, at being able to avoid having a probe shoved inside me in an effort to make me question, regret or alter that choice. There are no mandated ultrasounds in New York; no condescending scripts for the doctors to read; no increasing shortage of clinics because of legal entrapments that endanger women’s health. I thanked my lucky stars, for maybe the first time in my life, that I was not in Texas.

Just as I did, a counselor called my name and asked me to follow her down a hall to a small, carpeted room with a desk and no windows. On the desk sat a plastic-encased model of a ParaGard IUD, the little copper “T” with which I had entrusted my reproductive health for exactly a year. I stared at it while the counselor confirmed that I was, indeed, pregnant — about five weeks, judging by the start of my last period.

She then presented me with several options. I told her I wanted to have an abortion. She did not tell me that I would have to come back for another appointment before the abortion and she did not try to talk me into another course of action. Instead, she asked when I could come in for the procedure and put it on the calendar. Then she sent me on my way.

I wasn’t sure what to feel after I made the appointment, so I just stood still on the sidewalk for a few minutes and cried. I cried because I was overwhelmed and confused, although I wasn’t at all confused about my decision. What I felt most strongly when I left the clinic, aside from the need to pull it together and go take a nap, were two feelings that have stuck with me all week. The first was acute anxiety that seven days was too long to let two incompatible objects (an IUD and a zygote) occupy my uterus at the same time. The second was complete certainty that I was making the right decision. I don’t want a child yet, and I’m not at all ready to have one.

That’s why an abortion is the right choice for me, and I don’t think much else matters. I keep repeating that and it’s not because I’m insecure, but rather because I doubt I could be more firmly convinced. Thankfully, in addition to feeling so strongly about my choice, I have received all the support I could possibly ask for — from my boyfriend, who is in complete agreement about my decision, but also from my sister and my parents, my aunts, uncles, friends, co-workers and even two relative strangers I met at a picnic on Sunday.”-end quote-

Kutner delights in the fact that she no longer lives in Texas because she won’t have to “submit to invasive transvaginal sonograms and patronizing explanations of fetal development 24 hours before getting an abortion”.

The mother octopus on the other hand is the exact opposite of Kutner and her ilk.

“This mother octopus never left the oblong-shaped eggs - which during the brooding period grew from about the size of a blueberry to the size of a grape - and was never seen eating anything. The octopus progressively lost weight and its skin became pale and loose. The researchers monitored the octopus during 18 dives over 53 months from May 2007 to September 2011.”

I was struck by the sharp contrast between the two mothers. One willing to do anything to protect her offspring, the other willing to pay someone to kill her offspring.

Reading the two stories today literally back to back, my mind was just boggled and incredibly saddened that a woman could be so callous and not for a moment, not one split second think of the child in her womb.  She only thought of herself.  By contrast the octopus mother never thought of herself, her complete focus was on her offspring and nothing else to the extent of starving herself for years.

Bruce Robison, a deep sea ecologist at the Monterey Bay Aquarium Research Institute in Moss Landing, California, said this species exhibits an extremely powerful maternal instinct."It's extraordinary. It's amazing. We're still astonished ourselves by what we saw," Robison said.

From the time Kutner found out the child was growing in her womb to the scheduled murder of her child was less than one week.  Zero maternal instincts in Kutner.

The mother octopus spent four and half years starving herself for the well being and protection of her offspring. 

It is now Saturday night…Kutner’s child is dead.

I wonder how she feels now.  I hope for her sake she feels remorse and sorrow for killing her child.  I hope she begs God to forgive her for the heinous crime she has committed.

May God have mercy on her as Heaven takes in her aborted child.

In Christ,

Julie @ Connecticut Catholic Corner

PLEASE read both articles:

Octopus source: http://news.yahoo.com/octopus-mom-protects-her-eggs-astonishing-4-1-222744198.html

Jenny Kutner’s abortion story: http://www.salon.com/2014/08/01/im_having_an_abortion_this_weekend/