I never expected to have another baby, period. Much less another baby who isn’t healthy. And even more, another baby who “should be aborted.”

By Tracy Lane

“We could’ve aborted Davis a couple months ago, you know?”

The way my husband said it, so matter of factly, stung as I felt our growing, unborn baby lodge his elbow deeper into my left rib.

We could have. In many people’s minds, we should have.

Especially those pesky doctors who, now for a second pregnancy with a second sick baby, advised, “You don’t want to do this. Especially not again. You can easily abort the baby.”

But six years ago, when a specialist suggested we terminate a baby growing wrongly in my womb, I, the protective mother, quickly sobbed, “No! I want to keep her.” Of course, my husband wanted to keep her, too. He sat next to me as we watched…