The twice impeached loser once asked what kind of monster gets a third trimester abortion. A woman wrote a piece in the New York Times explaining why she had done this monstrous thing. She and her husband were eagerly looking forward to the birth of their child. They chose a name, prepared a nursery. They were educated professionals with good insurance who did all the right things and had all the right tests. At seven months a test showed something that could not be detected earlier. The fetus' brain had all the correct components, but no neuronal connections. The child would have no brain function. As in zero. Zilch. A body with no brain. The child, if born, would never see, hear, speak, move, have no emotions, nothing. An empty shell. They reluctantly agreed their best option was to terminate the pregnancy.
The article generated quite a few responses. Most were sympathetic. A few insisted their god wanted her to carry to term (none volunteered to care for resulting child). The heartbreaking one was from a woman who said that test did not exist when she was pregnant. Her son was born with exactly this defect. She and her husband still share care although their marriage broke up. Neither remarried, had another child. They have no social life, take no vacations. In the morning they put him in a wheelchair. He sits all day slack faced and drooling. He is fed through a tube, breathes with a respirator, shits in a diaper. At night they put him to bed. Some people with profound mental disabilities still have enough awareness to have an emotional bond with their caregivers, he does not because he has no brain. A potted plant turns toward the sun. He is not even that responsive.
But the real gut punch, he is 47 years old. Which means the parents must be in their late 60s or older. Their whole lives spent caring for this body with no brain. What happens when they die?
Anyone who would force someone to carry such a pregnancy should be required to care for the resulting child. For 47 years and counting.