A Public Neonatal Wing Protected Life

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Thousands of young adults owe their very existence to ordinary nurses and doctors in a public hospital maternity wing. Years ago, everyone in the neonatal unit I was in fought fiercely for the life of every unborn child in that ward. Whether the doctors and nurses were cognizant of the fact or not, they embodied the teaching of the Church.

The Neonatal Unit

Pregnant with my seventh child, I was bedridden in the high-risk, neonatal wing of the maternity ward for a week with other expecting mothers. Although I faced six months of bed rest at home, that one week in the hospital gave me perspective and kept me from sinking into self-pity. Two other women in my room were desperate to keep their unborn babies and finally become mothers for the first time. One of the two had suffered five miscarriages; this was her sixth pregnancy and she was still childless. She willingly stayed in the hospital wardroom for months, hoping to go home after the birth of her baby.

All the women in this wing were terrified they would lose their babies.

Suddenly our fears materialized as a high-risk woman’s baby died in her womb. This poor woman had to endure an induction and labour for hours, only to push out a dead baby. The pain in our wing of the hospital was tangible. Tears ran down women’s’ faces as they grieved with their neighbour. It did not matter that none of us had even glimpsed her face. Nurses, as well as patients, mourned for a sister who was losing her unborn baby. I became so nauseated with the tension that pressed in on me form the other women in my room that I ended up retching over the side of my bed with ice packs on my head to relieve a migraine.

Yet I thanked God because, after the delivery, although the administration moved this mother to the maternity wing, she was given a free, private room. Nurses, as well as patients, sighed with relief when the nurses told us that the hospital understood the need to shelter grieving mothers from others who cuddled and nursed their new babies.

Protecting the Unborn

Human life must be respected and protected absolutely from the moment of conception. From the first moment of his existence, a human being must be recognized as having the rights of a person – among which is the inviolable right of every innocent being to life.

Since the first century the Church has affirmed the moral evil of every procured abortion. This teaching has not changed and remains unchangeable. Direct abortion, that is to say, abortion willed either as an end or a means, is gravely contrary to the moral law:

You shall not kill the embryo by abortion and shall not cause the newborn to perish.

God, the Lord of life, has entrusted to men the noble mission of safeguarding life, and men must carry it out in a manner worthy of themselves. Life must be protected with the utmost care from the moment of conception: abortion and infanticide are abominable crimes. (CCC 2270-2271)

My generous spirit petered out after a few weeks at home.

My only outing was to a high-risk appointment every week. Church attendance was even out of the question, so Michael brought home communion and the readings each Sunday. I remained in a prone position, eating while propped up on one elbow with my food cut into small pieces. The high-risk doctors let me use a regular toilet and have a quick shower every morning. In those days, we had one large, heavy T.V. in the living room, a black dial-up phone on the hall wall, no stereo system, no computer and the bedroom window was cloudy, so I could not look outside. it is hard to think of the unborn when you cannot see or even feel them yet. In frustration, I phoned my doctor one morning after my shower.

“But I don’t feel sick. I feel fine and my kids need me!” I wailed.

My usually laid back, jovial doctor explained my situation in graphic detail.

You have a huge clot, 4-cm thick, 6-cm, wide from the top of your womb where the placenta tore down your entire right side. The last time this happened at the Civic was two years ago to a woman and her unborn child; she had four kids at home. They both almost died. We had to call the Archbishop in to explain to her that it was more of a sin to her remaining children if she foolishly died along with her unborn child. Listen to me. Keep this image in your mind. Imagine that here is a gun pressed to your temple, cocked waiting only for the slightest movement to set it off. Lay in bed, think about protecting your unborn baby and do not move!”

Well, that got my attention.

The hardest aspect to my forced “vacation” was letting go of control of how strange women cleaned my home, washed laundry and made meals. I endured terrible cooks and inept, lazy house cleaners but at least my kids could still lay down beside me as I read to them and helped with homework. It almost seemed orchestrated because God seemed to delight in my inactivity; He had ample time to teach me to let go, trust and to allow others to serve me.

The end result of my confinement was a beautiful baby girl with huge black eyes and black hair that stood straight up. She is now a gentle artist/philosopher whose dark eyes still sparkle with life and joy.

For you created my inmost being;
You knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
(Psalm 139:13-14)

 

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5 thoughts on “A Public Neonatal Wing Protected Life”

  1. I thought you were leading up to a situation where it may have been a choice between you and your child. I was told nearly 50 years ago that those situations never arise. However, never is a long time.
    I also enjoyed an earlier piece you wrote about surrendering to God and then feeling God’s love. It does seem that there is a direct relationship between acceptance and compassion for everyone.

    1. I was extremely lucky….or I should say blessed. My doctor told me at the time that it had been two years since another woman was in my position in this particular hospital. She was a devout Catholic woman of five who had to choose between her life and letting her unborn baby die. My doctor brought in the Archbishop who explained that she had to think of her other five young children who needed a mother.

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