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“I’m a housewife and a registered nurse from Jacksonville. I worked the 11 p.m. to 7 a.m. shift, and when we weren’t busy, I’d go out to help with the newborns. One night I saw a bassinet outside the nursery. There was a baby in this bassinet — a crying, perfectly formed baby — but there was a difference in this child. She had been scalded. She was the child of a saline abortion.”

Alone and in pain

“This little girl looked as if she had been put in a pot of boiling water. No doctor, no nurse, no parent, to comfort this hurt, burned child. She was left alone to die in pain. They wouldn’t let her in the nursery — they didn’t even bother to cover her.”

Feeling of shame

“I was ashamed of my profession that night! It’s hard to believe this can happen in our modern hospitals, but it does. It happens all the time. I thought a hospital was a place to heal the sick — not a place to kill.

“I asked a nurse at another hospital what they do with their babies that are aborted by saline. Unlike my hospital, where the baby was left alone struggling for breath, their hospital puts the infant in a bucket and puts the lid on. Suffocation! Death by suffocation! Another nurse said she had to stop helping with abortions. The little severed arms and legs from suction abortions were just too much for her to look at.”

“Aren’t you happy our moms weren’t born in this generation? It could have been one of us in that lonely bassinet — or that ugly bucket.”