Ok people, no one can compel me to read French like the one and only Véronique Bergeron, once ProWomanProLife blogger, now over at Vie De Cirque.
Here’s a little bit from her bio on our site:
Bergeron got pregnant with her first child at 21 while in law school. “As soon as the little line turned blue, it became clear that what I thought would be a no-brainer – abortion — was really excruciating,” says Bergeron. Another formative influence was the complete and utter disbelief of her peers that she would do something so stupid as to “keep” the baby and ruin her professional life. “That’s when I realized that women may have been liberated but liberation was achieved by excluding their reproductive abilities. I advocate for a complete liberation of women that includes the fact that they bear and deliver children.”
This is the birth story of her first daughter. Even if you don’t read the post, please do scroll through the pictures. It’s like a photo-journal. We end with a beautiful photo of her daughter. (This embryo, so irrelevant, well, it became a person. Imagine that.)
Please also note that I scroll through the photos and I see a young Véronique. And I consider myself at 22. And I consider that I wouldn’t likely have had the maturity level or courage to keep the baby. Therefore, no judgment here on those women/girls who do have abortions. Just a sense of wanting more and wishing we had more role models like Véronique.
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Oh! La Vie est grande! Sa fille est une preuve.
Thanks for the link Andrea! I love hearing again from PWPL readers who visit my blog! For your English readers, the story is very straighforward. I got pregnant. I got married. My husband left to work overseas. He came back. I had the baby with no drugs and it was an empowering experience. I became the Queen of the Universe (that’s how it felt like anyway). I struggled to breastfeed. I received a can of formula and a bottle in the mail from Enfalac’s department of breastfeeding unhelpfulness and sales. I decided not to let them win. I persevered and breastfed for a year, which was also very empowering. Today, my daughter turns 17. She is a bright, hard-working, young lady, and while we are encouraged to compliment girls on other things than their looks, well, she is a stunning beauty. A textbook “melancholic” with a “choleric” streak. She hopes to study medicine and become a neonatologist. I am immensely thankful to be her mother.
“This embryo, so irrelevant, well, it became a person.”
She was already a person. But I’m sure you know that. You probably meant to say that she developed into a larger more mature human being, ie. an adult.