Chapter Sixteen: The Nurse, Again
Yesenia was at the nurse’s office, feeling dizzy and lightheaded. The nurse let her lie down.
“Has the baby made things difficult?” he asked.
Yesenia replied, “Well, I really don’t see how in the world I would ever take care of a baby. I’m not ready yet. But I found this place in Fort Worth, Texas, where they’ll let me stay, they’ll provide me with free pre-natal care. I know that’s important to you. And then they’ll help place the baby for adoption.”
The nurse replied, “Now I’m really glad the school is closing anyway, and I have nothing to lose giving you personal advice. Who told you that you’d be an unfit mother?”
“Well, they have these outreach counselors.” Yesenia replied.
The nurse said, “Yesenia, you should be smarter than that. I mean, you gave up your virginity after intense pressure by a smooth manipulator. Now you’re gonna give up your baby after intense pressure by a smooth manipulator? Whether you’d be the best mother in the world, or the second-best, the point is, that’s your baby. Imagine how a mother feels when her baby is missing. That’s how you’ll feel, every day, if your kid is adopted.”
Yesenia observed, “They don’t seem like bad people. They take good care of the girls.”
The nurse replied, “That’s good business. Just like a dairy farmer taking good care of the cows, giving them shelter and food, veterinary care. What dairy farmer wants the milk to be contaminated? The cows get to walk around in the pasture and moo with the other cows. But the farmer just wants the milk to sell. Same way as the adoption industry. They just want that baby to sell.”
Yesenia said, “They don’t sell babies. They place them.”
The nurse replied, “Kind of like the dairy farmer who gives away free milk, but charges seventy cents a liter as a service fee. They’re selling those babies, Yesenia.”
Yesenia mentioned, “A lot of people can’t make a baby.”
The nurse said, “But God gave you one. Ain’t your job to provide babies to the infertile couples in the world, Yesenia. In a lot of those cases, they chose to put off having a baby, to pursue their career. They chose to be greedy instead of breedy. They could have made do with an older car, but they insisted on a brand new car, their favorite color. Now they can adopt an older child, but they want a brand new child, their favorite color. In other cases, it’s even worse. They chose an abortion, because the timing of the pregnancy didn’t fit nicely into their career plans. Now, they want a girl who knows better than to do such a wicked thing, to deliver her precious baby into the hands of baby-killers. That’s some cases, not all, but don’t feel any duty to provide them with a baby.”
Yesenia replied, “Maybe you’re right. I think I’ll keep the baby.”
The nurse replied, “One other thing, Yesenia. You said pre-natal care was important to me. Well, it should be important to you, too. Have you seen a doctor yet?”
Yesenia replied, “Yes.”
Then the nurse asked, “How does Steve feel about adoption? He’d have to sign some papers, too.”
Yesenia replied, “I haven’t discussed it with him yet.”
The nurse said, “Talk it over with him, and ask him how he really feels. Operation U.S.A. Freedom has changed things now. The future is much brighter for people in your situation. I’m not saying it will be easy. It’s not. But life is made of challenges like this, and imagine how happy you’ll be when your baby starts walking. You won’t have those high rents like before. Steve will be able to work at a job, and go to school. What you two need is a coach. Somebody to tell you how to handle all of this. Steve also needs you, to help him stay away from drugs, and to help him cope with his situation. Has he been supportive?”
“He tells me I’m doing a good job. I guess that’s supportive.” Yesenia replied.
“Be careful not to expect too much from him.” the nurse warned. “Like, if some woman in your family may have been pregnant, and the father drove her to all the pre-natal doctor visits, and now you subconsciously resent that Steve doesn’t drive you to the pre-natal doctor visits. Well, he can’t.”
“Well, thanks for the advice. And good like finding a new job.” Yesenia said.
“Actually, I found one. I’m starting there next month, part-time. I’m going to finish out the school year here, and then go full-time.” The nurse said. “It’s a maternity home being run by the First Libertarian Temple of Concord. New Hampshire is a safe haven for pregnant refugees, underage girls whose parents are trying to coerce them into having abortions. The law has been changed here, so the State asserts jurisdiction over pregnant non-residents who are in New Hampshire. Even if she’s just passing through New Hampshire, between home in Maine and an abortion mill in Massachusetts, if she jumps out of the car at the tollbooth in Hampton, and runs up to a State Police trooper, she can demand asylum in New Hampshire. Parents like that are the scum of the Earth anyway. But they do exist, and two of the girls at the maternity home took asylum in New Hampshire. Two others lived in New Hampshire, and their parents want them back, but can’t get them, because of the new law. The others are girls and women in unplanned pregnancy. You can stay there if you absolutely have to, but try everything else first. Always try to provide for yourself before you ask for any charity. Me, I think you just need good guidance.”
Copyright © 2004 Tom Alciere