When Coldness Reigns

I’ve rarely read anything as cold as this narrative of a woman pregnant with triplets who decided to kill two of the fetuses by “selective pregnancy reduction:”

What I was going through seemed like a very unnatural experience. On the subway, Peter asked, ”Shouldn’t we consider having triplets?” And I had this adverse reaction: ”This is why they say it’s the woman’s choice, because you think I could just carry triplets. That’s easy for you to say, but I’d have to give up my life.” Not only would I have to be on bed rest at 20 weeks, I wouldn’t be able to fly after 15. I was already at eight weeks. When I found out about the triplets, I felt like: It’s not the back of a pickup at 16, but now I’m going to have to move to Staten Island. I’ll never leave my house because I’ll have to care for these children. I’ll have to start shopping only at Costco and buying big jars of mayonnaise. Even in my moments of thinking about having three, I don’t think that deep down I was ever considering it.

Two of this woman’s three children that were growing inside her were injected with potassium chloride into the heart because she didn’t want to shop at Costco. It makes you wonder whether or not the child who survived got the raw end of the deal, growing up with a mother so callous.