what happens to the baby after an abortion

LifeNews Annotation: Alarm: This article contains very graphic descriptions and accounts of the handling of the bodies of babies after ballgame. The writer retained the original spelling and grammar of the posts for accuracy, and so all mistakes belong to the original posters.

One of the most user-friendly things most abortion is that it takes intendance of the perceived "problem" in a permanent manner—people walk into the abortion dispensary with a kid growing inside them, and leave after the kid's forcible eviction. The pro-life motility tries to preclude people from entering the abortion dispensary in the first place, and urges people to seek healing if they decide to go through with the abortion subsequently all.

So what happens to the babies afterwards they are killed?

Some, we know, are cremated. Others are tossed in the trash, and discovered by pro-lifers similar Dr. Monica Miller, who dutifully record their fate and requite them the funeral and respect their humanity demands. But what about the other babies—the ones shipped off in containers and sealed buckets to pathology labs? When searching for the answer to that question, I found a series of horrifying testimonies on a Educatee Physician Network Forum hosted by St. George's University. On the discussion board, those who worked with the bodies of aborted babies shared their horror at what they saw.

"Anyone get tripped on these?" one wrote (spelling and grammar errors his), "I'g talking peculiarly the big ones, where you tin really brand out facial expressions like they knew they were being hacked the hell up (im serious). I nigh went bonkers once over one, that is some scary crap. Am I the just pathologist who freaks when a 0.5 cm centre ball comes rolling out of bag and stares right at you…I know we are thinking this, just no one in pathology is talking almost it."

Another pathologist, identifying himself equally "Andy Milonakis," responded past maxim, "Totally trippy homo. Nosotros get a fair number of fragmented fetuses from abortion procedures and they come in a container with formalin. The fact that they're all hacked up is disturbing to begin with. Of course, there is the whole eyeball result which freaks me out equally well. Echoing in my mind is the audio furnishings from the movie Psycho…Reee Reee Reee Reee Reee Reee Reee!"

The original poster continued, describing an absolutely nightmarish scene:

"Ane incident really freaked me, it was a boy fetus, at to the lowest degree 3+ pounds, around 24+ weeks. It sat decomposing because the balance of the staff was Afraid of information technology, Im non joking. So the chief of staff told me to deal with it because I was the FNG (f-kcin new guy) so I went to piece of work. Pulled out 2 well formed arms and and then the torso, headless. The caput was at the bottom of the container, when I pulled it, he had this expression of such utter horror it flipped me wayyyy out, my PA saw it and ran, literally left work and went on disability (Im serious here). It was like a headless screaming infant, like information technology had been born at least for a split second to realize it was screwed and permit out one agonal yelp. The story of this reverberated around the department, someone actually accused me of doing what should accept been a ME instance and threatened to call the medical board! Im not joking, I woke up once presently afterwards that in a common cold sweat with piss running downwardly my leg….not pretty."

Information technology is the eyes, it seems, that disturbs those dealing with the corpses of butchered pre-born children the most. Another pathologist wrote:

"Most of my abortion-path anecdotes come up from my PSF. Hither one of the residents grosses most of them in as part of some project he is doing, and we are more than than happy to let him.

1) Anencephalic baby, otherwise intact. Those are disturbing to look at. Saw quite a few and they never really get comfortable to expect at.

2) When doing i POC that was virtually 12-fifteen weeks, somewhere effectually there, I put through the entire mitt into a histology block, so that I could see what a developing paw looked similar. The histotech freaked out when she saw it and I wasn't allowed to do that once more. And so I stuck later to doing things that weren't recognizable, such as the full cantankerous section of the viii week fetus anencephalic caput, and the total larynx, etc.

three) The strangest are when you get the macerated contents, and you lot are able to recognize a few parts here and there – usually a leg or an arm, sometimes the centre. But it'southward odd when you can't find a large portion of it.

4) There was a stillborn birth at well-nigh 12 weeks or so and it was sent to the morgue for some reason, and never claimed. A couple of months subsequently the family decided they wanted an autopsy. And so I had to do an autopsy on a mummified 12 week fetus. They had bothered to put the piffling bonnet on its head, but otherwise it was shriveled and brownish.

5) 16 week or so fetus, the POC is sent down as i specimen, and at that place is a second specimen labeled "center." They wanted us to identify if there were any clear cardiac anomalies. It was most the size of a marble. I took it to the dissecting telescopic and establish the PFO but that was about all I could tell.

vi) about a 12 week fetus, sent down POC and wanted to know if it was an imperforate anus.

On a related note though, eyeballs are the specimen that freaks me out the well-nigh. Cutting into an centre makes me squeal. I remember doing it the showtime time in beefcake lab and I felt like I was sticking a pocketknife into my own eye."

Some of the anecdotes on the word board are fifty-fifty worse, simultaneously morbid and macabre:

"I usually like chow down on White Castle while my trusty lab banana has to stack all the baby body parts, limb amputations and reduction mastectomies into the incinerator. It has almost a Nazi concentration camp feel it all sometimes, one of my assistants today tried to joke nearly this leg and aborted fetus nosotros were transporting, I snapped "have some f-ing respect!!" and then started laughing too, you lot deceit assist it. Its so unbelievably insane. Nothing med school prepares you lot for.

PS-Anyone else hear the story about the 1200 aborted fetuses that were constitute during a siemic refit underneath a California hospital?? Turned out the company they were hiring to incinerate them was just stuffing em under the foundation. When the hospital admin found out they got pissed and had the pathology staff yanking molded abortions out for days…"

Others, it seems, got used to what they saw:

"In any case, no, abortions don't freak me out whatsoever. Maybe if a twin IUFD case showed upwards and one was giving the other a Dirty Sanchez, well, perhaps then I would take interruption. Until then, no amount of googly eyeballs or tiny jaws dislocated "mid-scream" does annihilation to humanize the trivial sacks of neverweres for me.

There are quite a few things that I find disturbing, just few of them spill directly out of the womb."

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But occasionally, the reality of abortion would hit dwelling unexpectedly. Some other poster responded:

"Before med school I worked as a dissection tech/path lackey and one of my jobs was dumping the former surg path specimens to bleed off the formalin and and so handbag the specs for incineration. Sounds unpleasant but I really enjoyed it crusade I could listen to NPR and not be bugged. Anyhow, I would go going fast merely dumping specimen after specimen in the sink, until one day I dumped a whole intact fetus, ~ 25 weeks former into the sink. Closest I ever came to fainting. So completely unexpected after seeing gallbladders and colons solar day after day."

These people piece of work in the dark underbelly of our society, where the corpses of the inconvenient arrive to be disposed of. They see the rotting bodies brought nearly by the narcissism of our culture'southward rotting soul. No sacrifice is also peachy for the right to live how nosotros want, even if it means others cannot live at all.

A civilisation basing its collective lifestyle on killing is unsustainable. We may not be able to revive the skeletons in our closet. But we tin can at least open the closet.

LifeNews Note: Jonathon Van Maren writes for the Canadian Center for Bioethical Reform.

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