On Monday I received a call from Nancy H. I had to take the baby for a visit with the womb and sperm donor (I don't call them his parents, because parents don't hurt their babies). I can't believe these monsters were not in jail. How do they still have the right to see this baby? Someone needed to put a gun to their heads and pull the trigger. I could have done it, easy, if I wasn't afraid of getting caught. I had to come face to face with these maggots. I had to hand over this fragile broken baby to the people who inflicted such pain. I was wreck, my mouth was dry, my hands shook, I wanted to turn around and run, right after I blew their brains out.
I'm not quite sure what I expected when I saw these people. Young teens strung out on drugs I guess. As I walked up to them I was surprised. He was older, maybe early 40's, not a bad looking man. She was young, early 20's, butt ugly with a big mouth. The baby was sleeping and the minute she opened her mouth the screaming began. I had to leave, it broke my heart. All I could hear was his screams. The visit didn't last the 1 hour it was suppose to. They had me come back and take him, he had not stopped crying since they laid their meat hooks on him. When I took him back he calmed right down, he knew me already. I made my mind up right then and there, if they wanted this baby back they were gonna have a fight. But Nancy H. thought the same thing. She was the angel in Jason's life. She knew if they got him back, he would die, probably at there hands.
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I really haven't ever heard anyone else use the term "Womb" donor (I knew I didn't make it up but hadn't heard it). I use that term frequently. Danielle
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