The resident on call got the job of doing the salines and there would
usually be two or three of those. They were horrible because you saw
one intact, whole baby being born, and sometimes they were alive. That
was very, very frightening. It was a very stomach-turning kind of
existence.
Yet, I was doing that at the same time that my wife and I were trying
to have a child, and we were having difficulty with that. We had been
married a couple of years at that point -- and no baby. Suddenly, we
realized we had an infertility problem.
I kept doing abortions, I didn't stop. But it was tough. We started
desperately looking for a baby to adopt, and I was throwing them in
the garbage at the rate of nine and ten a week. It even occurred to me
then: I wish one of these people would just let me have their child.
But it doesn't work that way. So the conflict was there.
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