Community Tard Baby General (includes brain dead kids) - Fundies and their genetic Fuckups; Parents of corpses in denial

[Lunatic Fringe]

Actually I have cold feet sorry

@Lunatic Fringe

Maybe I'll start it tomorrow, but I don't know a lot of examples, the Hartleys, Jaxon, and now Matthew.

I've got a draft started. Gross and weird medical cases are a hobby. Should be done by this evening.

 

[Barbarella]

I've got a draft started. Gross and weird medical cases are a hobby. Should be done by this evening.

Great. If you want help, PM me.

 

[Lunatic Fringe]

Great. If you want help, PM me.

Have got a large chunk of it done today but had to stop as this stuff is so depressing. I have a stomach for the gross medical stuff but the crazy parents are making me lose faith in humanity. Will power through and send a PM if I need to tap out or advice. Many thanks.

Trying to write it all without alogging myself into oblivion isn't easy with this stuff but I've got 2 or 3 families to look at and I want to make a decent OP.

 

[Mrs Paul]

Why don't you just put the ones we have, and we'll go from there?

 

[Cake Farts]

It's absolutely virtue signaling. Fuck these people.



Terminating these pregnancies (or allowing them to die naturally) like this is playing god, but years of horrifying science-gone-mad interference isn't.

Well, I'm glad I'm not the only one who hates these type of people and get singled out as ignorant when I don't get suckered in.

To raise awareness is one thing, but to play the sympathy card and say, "Oh, God has blessed me with this perfect potato and our family is so blessed to have a nonfunctioning being.." is another. It all feels like a bitter facade, or at least a subconscious quirk to imply that giving birth to utterly deformed children is a blessing that normal families lack. But perhaps that's me being a bitter pessimist.

I forgot who, but a user on here once said something along the lines of " when mothers mourn over miscarriages they actually mourn the death of their dreams for the child and not the fetus itself." To bear a child that's not quite alive, but not dead either....and to have the fantasy of parenthood through that child's life shattered everyday you see them struggling to function...
Isn't that the worse kind of fate?

Spoiler: Storytime

I always wondered how my mother was so strong. She dealt with a miscarriage seemingly well. Sure, my brother came a few years after, but I'd often observe parents, mothers mainly, posting sonogram photos of their miscarries and mentioning them years after their supposed birth date.
Once, I asked my mother if she missed the baby, or if she ever felt sad when he passed. She responded flatly, "No. He wasn't with me very long, and I never got to meet him."

My mother was strong. But I'm not. I'm anxious even though motherhood is many years away. And this thread is reminder of how easily these genetic fuckups can happen to anyone and turn their hopes into a living nightmare.

 

[Dysnomia]

Here's a website full of anencephaly stories: http://www.anencephaly.info/index.php

Most are fundies who would rather go through a pregnancy, labor and delivery than abort a deformed fetus that will either be stillborn or die shortly after birth.

But these strange new age hippies stood out: http://www.anencephaly.info/e/lucy.php

It's a real breath of fresh air from fundies at least. When I saw a pic of the family I thought they were a lesbian couple at first. But the dad is indeed a guy.

We did so much in that month before her birth. My family came to our place and I had the most beautiful blessingway; Full of love for our precious Lucy.

We made tie-dyed shirt for both Luke and Lucy to match. Luke painted a gallant sunflower on my big round belly, and life was just so beautiful with her growing and moving within me. I was in awe of her strong swift movements. Her precious hiccups that bounced around in there were cherished.

All that moving around was probably seizures in whatever scrap of brain was in her head. With no brain it's unlikely Lucy would have any sort of personality.

You may be wondering what a blessingway entails. Allow me to enlighten you: http://sweetbabylucy.blogspot.com/2015/02/lucys-blessingway.html

A blessingway is a beautiful way to celebrate mothers and their babies. To me having this blessingway was so full of memories that I love and I cherish dearly. To me this day was so beautiful, so full of emotion. I fully believe that women coming together to support one another is important and is sometimes forgotten in this day and age. So here I am sharing with you a day full of love.

My sister helped me figure out all the details and we sent out an email invite to all my close close friends and family. I decided that after learning Lucy's diagnosis that I only could handle a small amount of women.

I asked the women who could not attend to send me a meaningful bead for a necklace and for those who could attend to bring one with them. I also asked the ladies to think of a poem or something meaningful to write down and share to help me through labor and birth. We combined all these words to go around a beautiful sunflower photo and I treasure it fully.

It's essentially like a first period party. But it's for pregnant women and includes beads, flower goddess crowns and belly painting. Oh and you also light candles.

Moon Flower here couldn't have a home birth due to the dangers involved. But she did have some of her new age hippieness included anyway.

Towards the end of my pregnancy I developed extreme hypertension and ended up with a new midwife who helped me find the right place to birth our Lucy. A hospital with great nurse midwives was ready to be there for us. This midwife became our doula at the hospital and kept us calm and loved us so. We are forever in gratitude for her ever flowing love.

So on April 1st 2013 around 5:30pm, my induction with cytotec started. Luke was in the room with us. We had decided we wanted him right there to meet his sister, because it was so unknown about how long she would be with us. I was given my next pill around 8:30 or so. I could definitely feel some waves and knew that I would be starting soon. But in my heart and my body I knew I had to put Luke to sleep first. I did want him there but I knew I'd be laboring through the night and he needed rest. I lied down on the sofa in the room and sang sweet songs to him, I rubbed his back and told him that he would meet his sister soon. It was so hard for him to fall sleep in a place he was not familiar in and with anticipation to meet his baby sister. He was finally asleep around 10pm.

Now, I was ready to start. I squatted on the floor and in an instant I felt the ground around me. I was shocked and said "Did I just pee? Or could this be.." The nurse came in and checked the fluid, yes my water bag had broken. I breathed heavy, because now it was real and I knew she would be here soon. The waves of contractions started. I felt like a goddess in my skirt and flowing curly hair. My husband rubbing my back and my doula whispering strong, powerful words into my ears, every word she said was needed, I listen and my body melted into every word. I wish I could write them here so you could read the power in those words.

This was a breech birth by the way. Squatting on the floor. Like you're in a third world country and you need to hurry up and give birth because you've got yams to dig up.

In the car, I can't even describe the moments Lucy and I shared. Her face reached towards me and mine towards her and I stroked her precious face and she smiled at me. A beautiful, radiant and peaceful smile. And she did it over and over. I kept stoking, she kept smiling. Towards the end of the ride home (about 40 minutes away) I realized that I was all wet. I had her completely skin to skin and didn't even think about her peeing on me. It was so precious. Sweet fresh baby pee.

Sweet fresh baby pee. A sentence I never even imagined I would read in a million years.

All of that smiling was probably seizures. It seems that so many of these parents interpret seizures this way. Like Jaxon Strong. Every one of his "expressions" is just a seizure. But his mother will go ballistic if you even suggest that.

She has a blog: http://sweetbabylucy.blogspot.com/

So after you have a baby, your milk comes in.
You feed your child and you feel so much gratitude to your body for making this amazing substance.
I sit here now and feed Lucy's new brother.
It brought me back to right after my sweet girl died, sitting there in the car by her graveside, pumping. Just pumping. What else could I do? My breast were full and about to burst. I had to pump to relieve them. Bottles full. Breasts empty. No sweet baby to give my precious milk. No cooler on hand so store it... So I said to my sweet 5 year old boy. "I guess I should just dump it out" and he said "No" and grabbed it from me... He ran to Lucy's grave and poured it out and said "Now Lucy can drink it"

My eyes cry, my heart aches, my body longs for her to drink it too my sweet boy.

Just like Cooley High.

As I look at my son, he is a master, a builder, a creator, a healer, an artist and a lover. He is so passionate about life, about learning and creating. He completely inspires me, empowers me. He is a rare soul. Every time I sit and just observe him at his work, his play he draws me in and I'm so blown away by his creations, his love filled presence, powerful spirit.

Oh man... This kid is really in for it isn't he?

 

[parasesama]

I wonder if it would be worth the trouble to vaccinate their kids

 

[AnOminous]

I wonder if it would be worth the trouble to vaccinate their kids

You don't really want them being disease vectors in addition to being brainless potatoes.

 

[heathercho]

Here's a website full of anencephaly stories: http://www.anencephaly.info/index.php

Most are fundies who would rather go through a pregnancy, labor and delivery than abort a deformed fetus that will either be stillborn or die shortly after birth.

But these strange new age hippies stood out: http://www.anencephaly.info/e/lucy.php

It's a real breath of fresh air from fundies at least. When I saw a pic of the family I thought they were a lesbian couple at first. But the dad is indeed a guy.



All that moving around was probably seizures in whatever scrap of brain was in her head. With no brain it's unlikely Lucy would have any sort of personality.

You may be wondering what a blessingway entails. Allow me to enlighten you: http://sweetbabylucy.blogspot.com/2015/02/lucys-blessingway.html



It's essentially like a first period party. But it's for pregnant women and includes beads, flower goddess crowns and belly painting. Oh and you also light candles.

Moon Flower here couldn't have a home birth due to the dangers involved. But she did have some of her new age hippieness included anyway.



This was a breech birth by the way. Squatting on the floor. Like you're in a third world country and you need to hurry up and give birth because you've got yams to dig up.



Sweet fresh baby pee. A sentence I never even imagined I would read in a million years.

All of that smiling was probably seizures. It seems that so many of these parents interpret seizures this way. Like Jaxon Strong. Every one of his "expressions" is just a seizure. But his mother will go ballistic if you even suggest that.

She has a blog: http://sweetbabylucy.blogspot.com/



Just like Cooley High.



Oh man... This kid is really in for it isn't he?

Why even let it get to baby stage? That's like baking a cake with rotten eggs and wondering why it tastes like death. It's amazing how stupid and selfish people get when they're using a genetic tard cake to virtue signal with.

 

[parasesama]

You don't really want them being disease vectors in addition to being brainless potatoes.

Will they even survive long enough to catch and spread diseases? They're missing important parts of their brains . They can't go anywhere without their parents carrying them to Amish Church / Occupy Portland

 

[Lunatic Fringe]

In my digging I've found some really odd cases. Some of whom have already died.

Eli "born without a nose" Thompson wasn't horrifyingly to look at, just odd. His dad informed the world that in June, God wanted to bring him back home. I admit I laughed slightly at the mother's comments when he was born.

Eli's mother, Brandi McGlathery, told CNN she first realized there was something different right after he was born.
"And I stood there for a second, and I said something is wrong with him," said McGlathery. "And my doctor said no, he's perfectly fine. And I said no, he doesn't have a nose."

Another more horrifying visual is Vitória Marchioli. She has Treacher Collins syndrome and has made it to 9 years old. Somehow. If you don't know what the condition is and are easily freaked out then don't go looking. I am amazed that her family kept her alive but her quality of life is mixed. It doesn't cause any developmental issues but it can't be an easy life. Her condition was pretty severe.

I'm at work just now so can't post the stuff I have written at home but this is up and running now anyway. Will post it later.

 

[AnOminous]

Another more horrifying visual is Vitória Marchioli. She has Treacher Collins syndrome and has made it to 9 years old. Somehow. If you don't know what the condition is and are easily freaked out then don't go looking. I am amazed that her family kept her alive but her quality of life is mixed. It doesn't cause any developmental issues but it can't be an easy life. Her condition was pretty severe.

That doesn't make you a tard, though. Just really ugly. Inside that, you're still normal. The number of surgeries these people need not even to look normal but just palatable is horrifying.

 

[escapegoat]

Any of these people who claim that their medically fragile kid is being treated "holistically" is either lying, or some very repressed part of them is aiming for the kid to die.

 

[weaselhat]

Have got a large chunk of it done today but had to stop as this stuff is so depressing. I have a stomach for the gross medical stuff but the crazy parents are making me lose faith in humanity. Will power through and send a PM if I need to tap out or advice. Many thanks.

Trying to write it all without alogging myself into oblivion isn't easy with this stuff but I've got 2 or 3 families to look at and I want to make a decent OP.

I fell down the rabbit hole with that Matthew kid and Jesus if it isn't horrible. He almost dies A LOT. Thanks to the suction machine, his parents can help keep his living hell going. It makes me want to kick the parents ass for being the selfish sadists they are.

 

[AnOminous]

I fell down the rabbit hole with that Matthew kid and Jesus if it isn't horrible. He almost dies A LOT. Thanks to the suction machine, his parents can help keep his living hell going. It makes me want to kick the parents ass for being the selfish sadists they are.

His brain is probably barely functional at best. It isn't even divided into hemispheres. Again, it's a completely hopeless condition that will never, ever get any better and can't.

 

[escapegoat]

I wish I could remember the names. I will look. There are a bunch of bloggers that adopt multiple special needs kids from foreign countries, for Christian fundie points, and the whole scene is just, legit, very odd. Like, there is no way that these people can actually care for all these kids? And they generally have a bunch of their own already? It makes Cal look lucky.

 

[mulliganfarmer]

I wish I could remember the names. I will look. There are a bunch of bloggers that adopt multiple special needs kids from foreign countries, for Christian fundie points, and the whole scene is just, legit, very odd. Like, there is no way that these people can actually care for all these kids? And they generally have a bunch of their own already? It makes Cal look lucky.

As I said before on the Hartley thread, there are people out there for whom caring for the seriously disabled is a vocation and religion doesn't really come into it or is incidental. Plus no matter how bad it is to be a special needs kid in a First-World country with relatively good healthcare, it's a lot worse if you're born in a place where the disability is seen as a curse or with only the most rudimentary clinics, so regardless of the adopter's motive for adopting these kids it's usually a step up. Having new Jesus-freak mommy whisper prayers in your ear while you're seizing away is still a step up from being strapped to a potty rocking back and forth 10 hours a day in some warehouse in Bulgaria:

Obviously this is a pet subject for me because I've worked with special needs kids, so I've watched a lot of documentaries on the subject. What really bugs me is when parents have one child with severe disabilities and go on to have more when it's been proven their genes are at fault. Like in this programme where two first cousins married and had three of their six children born with a congenital disease that is making them blind, deaf, motor-skill impaired and mentally retarded:

Or this family who had six children out of eight with Progeria, a condition that's so rare it affects less than a hundred people worldwide:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/art...ie-rare-disease-afflicts-80-people-world.html

There was also a documentary I watched but can't find about a woman who was a carrier of a rare disease that she passed on first to one child, and when that one died she had another with the same disease who also died. The documentary was made after she had a third child with the disease, as well as two healthy children. Her little girl was in and out of the Emergency room, couldn't sit up, couldn't eat solid food, couldn't walk and was in constant pain. Shortly after yet another nearly fatal episode, the mother was talking about how her new partner would probably like a baby of his own.

 

[Barbarella]

I watch a lot of freak show documentaries on TV and YouTube, and interestingly, there are places where a severely deformed baby is considered a blessing. India, for example, which has a mix of extremely poor, uneducated people living closely with the highly educated and wealthy.

India has a lot of strange looking Gods, and often a child is born resembling one. It might have multiple arms and legs, or is a horrific form of conjoined twin, or has the cyclops eye or something that looks like one of these 100s of Gods. So these babies are considered divine and are put out on view, with flies landing on their eyes and sometimes starving, for the villagers to pay homage to. While they rarely have artificial life support, many seem to live weeks or longer and nobody finds it a horror, instead it’s a blessing.

And in a third world GoFundMe type of way, the villagers do pay homage, bringing apples and pennies to the family. People will come from miles around to be blessed by seeing this deformed baby God or Goddess. Being third world and uneducated, they either do not trust doctors or can’t afford them, so these babies die-usually of starvation as they never have a feeding tube. But sometimes a doctor will catch wind of one and find it an interesting medical case, and go to the family and offer to operate or whatever. Many families do, surprisingly, but not all.

Here in the West, these children aren’t equated with Gods, but the parents believe that God wants this child born anyway. Small difference.

I guess it doesn’t matter much if you are born in a wealthy, educated nation or not. People make the same choices in the name of some deity, and the people watching share their apples, whether electronically or not.

I do think most in the West abort when they get this news, probably even religious people. But you can’t announce it without the antiabortion people going after you, so they keep it quiet and so do not get community support. Whereas the moms who have these babies (almost all of whom die in a few hours) go out into the world and teach others it’s worth it to hold and love your child before it dies. And there isn’t that much harm in those cases. A lot of them have hospice on board at birth.

Unfortunately, there are always outliers like Michael Manual and Jaxon and the potatoes who live a couple weeks and then their parents start adding feeding tubes, etc and suddenly they are “living” years. Their parents have become delusional in order to psychologically make it through, and then encourage others to do it too, backed by those whose kid died stillborn. That is where the big problem is. While we on this forum are on the right track with these parents, knowing it’s selfish, most in the world believe the “brave” scenario.

 

[Aural Offramp]

A two-eyed cyclops baby cannot eat, if formula isn't invented yet. A kid cannot latch with a mouth like that. Even if one made it to birth 100 years ago, and lived, the poor thing would starve.

Or, pre 100 years ago, be dumped outside of town for scavenging animals because people then had a very different view of the "miracle" of life than modern fundies.

 

[Mrs Paul]

What bothers me isn't so much the ones who choose to give birth and then allow their babies to die, (although i can't imagine going through it myself). It's the ones like the Hartleys or the Nels, who insist on prolonging their suffering. THAT pisses me off. You wouldn't do that to a pet, why do it to a kid? When most people talk about their deaths, they don't say, "I want a long, lingering experience of being hooked up to machines as I get worse and worse, and suffer constant pain!" Honestly, it's child abuse.
They don't do it for their child -- they do it because it's a blessing to them. And if they truely believe in God, why don't they think that maybe their child would be better off being with God, and free of pain and suffering?

So after you have a baby, your tard cum comes in.
You feed your child and you feel so much gratitude to your body for making this amazing substance.
I sit here now and feed Lucy's new brother.
It brought me back to right after my sweet girl died, sitting there in the car by her graveside, pumping. Just pumping. What else could I do? My breast were full and about to burst. I had to pump to relieve them. Bottles full. Breasts empty. No sweet baby to give my precious tard cum. No cooler on hand so store it... So I said to my sweet 5 year old boy. "I guess I should just dump it out" and he said "No" and grabbed it from me... He ran to Lucy's grave and poured it out and said "Now Lucy can drink it"

My eyes cry, my heart aches, my body longs for her to drink it too my sweet boy.

You know, instead of dumping it on a grave, did this woman consider donating to a milk bank, for kids who might be in need?