A book by a pro-choice author told the story of Nurit, from Israel, who had an abortion:
“… She was a research student studying about the development of the embryo in medical school in Israel when she aborted a pregnancy in her fourth month of gestation. She discovered that she had been pregnant with twins when she expelled a second male fetus as she rose from a sofa. Uncertain about what to do with the fetus, she decided take it to her lab where they preserved it in formaldehyde. Over 35 years later, Nurit still has the fetus preserved in a jar on her dresser.
She says this about keeping her aborted baby in a jar:
“I don’t know exactly why I kept the fetus all these years. I never think of it as my offspring, but I didn’t feel that it was right to just throw it away. I don’t know why I brought it with me to America; I guess that I have some attachment to it. It never occurred to me to bury it, and I never felt the need to name the fetus. I have always referred to my son as my firstborn. The fetus wasn’t born, so it didn’t exist for me in that sense, and yet I keep it with me. I don’t know why…I believe that preserving the fetus was a celebration of life.”
She later had another abortion.
From her husband, the father of the aborted baby:
“I didn’t want my wife to have the first abortion, but when I realized her attitude, we decided that it would be the best for us. I didn’t want her to abort our child because having a child for me meant the survival of the Jewish people. I was born in Belgium and lost most of my family in the Holocaust. I felt that abortion was killing a child, but that it was better to do it before we knew him… Before he was born. My wife was more important to me than the fetus we lost. I didn’t think my wife was right to preserve the fetus. To this day I think that she was wrong to do that. But it was a part of her, and so it’s her right, even if I disagree. This fetus represents death for me, but I am not afraid to face death.”
Miriam Claire The Abortion Dilemma: Personal Views on a Public Issue (New York: Insight Books, 1995) 102 – 103Share on Facebook