Hi Mommy!
I am only 3/4 of an inch long,
But I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it,
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your دل beat
Is my پسندیدہ lullaby.
ماہ Two.
Mommy,
Today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If آپ could see me
آپ could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my ہوم though.
It is so nice and warm in here.
ماہ Three.
آپ know what Mommy,
I'm a boy!
I hope that makes آپ happy.
I always want آپ to be happy.
I don't like it when آپ cry.
آپ sound so sad.
It makes me sad too,
And I cry with آپ even though
آپ can't hear me.
ماہ Four.
Mommy,
My hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
But I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
And stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.
ماہ Five.
آپ went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He کہا that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby, Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?
ماہ Six.
I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! Help me!
ماہ Seven.
Mommy,
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't آپ want me, Mommy?
Every abortion is just...
One مزید دل that was stopped.
Two مزید eyes that will never see.
Two مزید hands that will never touch.
Two مزید legs that will never run.
One مزید mouth that will never speak.
I am only 3/4 of an inch long,
But I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it,
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your دل beat
Is my پسندیدہ lullaby.
ماہ Two.
Mommy,
Today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If آپ could see me
آپ could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my ہوم though.
It is so nice and warm in here.
ماہ Three.
آپ know what Mommy,
I'm a boy!
I hope that makes آپ happy.
I always want آپ to be happy.
I don't like it when آپ cry.
آپ sound so sad.
It makes me sad too,
And I cry with آپ even though
آپ can't hear me.
ماہ Four.
Mommy,
My hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
But I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
And stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.
ماہ Five.
آپ went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He کہا that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby, Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?
ماہ Six.
I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! Help me!
ماہ Seven.
Mommy,
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't آپ want me, Mommy?
Every abortion is just...
One مزید دل that was stopped.
Two مزید eyes that will never see.
Two مزید hands that will never touch.
Two مزید legs that will never run.
One مزید mouth that will never speak.