The day I went to the clinic ...
It was a kind of clinic where you can get x'rays and ultrasounds.. once complete, you meet a doctor and they read out what they understand from the report on the computer screen. But they are not real doctors. They just read out the reports for you. You can then, pick up the hard copy of the report from the same clinic by evening, to show it to your real doctor.
So I happened to come across two women who were pregnant. Im not very experienced myself, but I can say that one of them was 8 months in, and the other was 6-7 months in. My mom was with me in the clinic. We were waiting for our turn. I couldn't help but express, the awkward feeling I had in me. The size of the women's bodies made me contract inside. I have always loved babies and playing with them, but whenever I hear about pregnancy or see someone, I start imagining how tough those 9 months would be.
I wondered how my mom did it? How my Grandmom did it back then..? How these ladies would do it.. ? and moooost importantly, How would I be able to do this???
I tried to distract myself from these scary thoughts, and pulled out my phone. By then the doctor called us in. I was asked to leave the room.
So there I was, all alone, sitting on a cushioned bench and doing something on my phone. Every now and then I'd lift my face, I would see the two women walking very slowly about the clinic carrying their big belly infront of them, their husbands carrying their bags, water etc...
One of the couples, who was 6 months in, was accompanied by their mother. How sweet! So the Wife goes inside the Doctor's room. And the husband along with the mother stayed outside. After a while, the Doctor opened the door slightly and called out for the Ladies' Husband. He excitedly went inside. The only thing I was wondering at that time was.. 'How tough is this! Giving birth to a child, so many people involved, so much time required. Too much hardwork.' The husband and wife spent some time in the room with the doctor.
By this time I was completely involved with my phone. Since the doctor's door was right infant of my seat, I couldn't avoid listening. The husband came out, followed by his wife. The Mother stood up, anxious to know the progress. They went to the corner of the clinic as their excitement was getting out of control. The husband's back was towards me and I couldn't really see or hear him talk.
The couple's mother came near the doctor's door. I was about to witness the 'I AM SO GRATEFUL TO YOU DOCTOR!' moment. I waited along with the mother for the doctor to open the door. The doctor opened the door and asked the Mother if she needed something? To that, the couple's mother replied, "Doctor, why do we need to get an Abortion?".
I sat there, wondering what went wrong? The lady's child was so beautifully due in 3 months, then how can this happen? If the lady already has a child and this was the second time she was getting pregnant, was could have possibly gone wrong? Millions of questions started running on my mind, when I brought myself back to the scene. Doctor replied, "Due to unhealthy pregnancy conditions, the child's heartbeat is very slow. We need to do this."
In a flash, everything was taken away from the family even before they received it. I saw their faces. They held back their tears, but couldn't keep a straight face. I could feel their expectations shattering on the clinic floor.
I wanted to take back all the things I said about pregnancy and babies. How could such a beautiful thing be TROUBLE? Not everyone is lucky to bring a life into this world. Not everyone is chosen by God to perform this noble act. Why was I complaining? I sensed that this was God's way of making me realise, in that short visit to the clinic, about how easily He could give and take away things from us human beings.
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