Mom's Point Of View

Submitted By hannahbear15
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Moms Point of View
I sit in the waiting room the chill of the air vent on me, mind racing heart pounding wondering if I am doing the right thing. When the doctor steps out and calls my name my heart drops. I reluctantly follow him down a hallway that seems to last for eternity. We come to a room, all white with pictures of babies all over the walls. We sit down and go over the paper work and the doctor asks me one last time “Are you sure?” I ponder for what feels like hours and I reply with almost a whisper yes.
We start the process which he says will not take long. He starts and it is immediately painful. I look around the room at all the babies on thy wall and feel the guilt set in. After it is over my mom drives me home the whole car ride is silent. I get home and immediately go to my room and cry myself to sleep and dream of what life could have been with my baby. Doctors Point of View
While I prepare the room where the unspeakable is about to occur. I think to myself what made me choose the horrible job. I step out and call her name and she looks at me with terror in their eyes. As I lead her down the hallway I start thinking about ways to get her to reconsider her decision.
When we enter the room the sight of the babies on the wall she almost cries. As we go over the paperwork everything seems to be going ok. I ask her one last time if she wants to go through with this. She pauses for a brief second and replies with a whisper “Yes.” My heart sinks I was praying that she would say no.
As we start the process I begin to think of my own family my wife and three kids. I have to fight back tears to continue. When we are done I am left alone to clean up the mess. I begin to cry at the sight of what could have been a beautiful life. Baby’s point of View
We're going somewhere today, and it's somewhere new. I'm excited. It looks like a hospital, too. I want to be a doctor when I grow up, Mommy. Did I tell you that? I hope you're as excited as I am. I can't wait. ...Mommy, I'm getting scared. Your heart is still beating, but I don't know what you are thinking. The doctor is talking to you.