For those like nothingmore who are decrying late termination for downs as "horrific" let me explain the reality, as someone who has done just that
And yes I've name changed because last time I posted about this I got a barrage of abuse via PM.
-and quite obviously it was distressing so reading this might also be upsetting-
My DS was wanted. Of course most babies in countries where contraception is readily available are, but coming after two miscarriages, falling pregnant with him felt like a blessing.
I sailed through the first 24 weeks, earlier scans were fine and I'd tested as low risk. At that stage I had no idea I was having a boy and my obstetrician at my 26 week appointment asked me if I wanted to know. Full of excitement and with my 5 year old DD with me I hopped on the couch for a scan and my world fell apart.
Other drs were called into the room, a stream of specialists of increasing seniority where they spoke in a language I barely understood, both literally - I was not in my home country - and figuratively as they launched into unfamiliar medical terminology. But I knew.
After more scans and more experts my obstetrician took me into his office and told me I should "go home, where you have a choice". It hadn't sunk in at that point exactly what was meant but I flew home the next day.
I saw a private obstetrician in London. As a"health tourist" there was no option to integrate myself into the NHS so it took some time before I was sat in his waiting room praying to a God I've never believed in that I'd do anything to keep my son. I was driven by raw grief.
The dr was kind but there was no hope. The effects of the trisomy were severe. My DS had fluid on his heart and lungs and this would prevent them developing further. His heart was malformed and could not be corrected by surgery.
I had a choice: continue with the pregnancy knowing that at any time my DS might die and acknowledging the potential serious risk to my health of a preterm labour in such circumstances or terminate.
With enormous sadness we elected for the latter. Mentally I could not cope with the idea that I could go into labour quickly and without warning and that I'd potentially be alone, or worse my two young DC could witness the delivery of their sibling who couldn't survive.
A late stage termination when your baby is so unwell is less about "killing" and more about lack of intervention. The birth plan was discussed in detail but ultimately I was induced in a bereavement room at a specialist fetal medicine unit. Only there would be no medicine or intervention.
No one could tell me if he would be born alive but if he was I would hold him until he wasn't. He'd be loved for those last moments. I would peacefully let him go.
He was 31 weeks, tiny and fragile when he was placed on my chest. He didn't cry or open his eyes. He didn't take a breath. The delivery had been too much for him.
It was without question the sadest and most deveststing day of my life. And yes horrific. But not for the reasons you believe.