On a steel platter

By Jill Stanek

As I write, a little baby boy named Rowan is lying in cold storage at an Orlando, Fla., funeral home awaiting justice.

Rowan’s mom, Angele, aborted him on April 2 at one of abortionist James Pendergraft’s six Florida mills, EPOC Clinic in Orlando.

But Angele experienced an epiphany when, after deciding to undergo the induced-labor abortion procedure (aka “live-birth abortion”), she saw her nearly 23-week-old aborted baby move in the toilet where he had just been delivered.

Angele wrote me, “The very moment I saw my son was alive, nothing else in the whole world mattered but Rowan’s safety! I fell immediately in love with my baby boy and was afraid of nothing that I ever feared before. Only one thing mattered to me: getting Rowan help. I begged, repeatedly.”

It was abortion-clinic worker Violene whom Angele begged.

But Violene must not have read her abortion mill’s mission statement that says, “Our goal is to improve the quality of our patients’ lives … Every single one.”

Whoops, I forgot. Abortion has progressed to infanticide, so aborting mills and hospitals don’t consider abortion survivors “patients.” They are just extrauterine products of conception.

So Violene literally shut the bathroom door on Angele and little Rowan, along with the “blood everywhere,” as Angele later recounted.

And Angele was left hopelessly alone with her small, dying newborn.

Angele panicked and called her friend who was awaiting her return at a nearby hotel. The friend called 911.

As the minutes that seemed like hours ticked by, Angele did the only (and maternally natural) thing she could think of: She sang to her baby … and he turned his head toward her voice … and he grasped her finger with his little hand … and he died.

The police finally came, but it was too late.

But the story doesn’t end here, as it usually does. Thousands of mothers across America could attest to similar experiences as Angele’s, but don’t, living in secret, tortured guilt.

The live-birth abortion procedure is much more common than even I know, and I’ve heard a lot by now. In fact, I was shocked last week when a traveling labor-and-delivery nurse told me she had never worked at a hospital that didn’t commit this form of abortion. The pervasiveness of this undiscussed abortion procedure in hospitals and mills around the country must be incredible.

But brave mothers like Angele could change all that. Angele recognized the wrong she committed, but did not let that keep her from overlooking the wrongs that were committed against her and her son. Angele overcame her own shame in hopes of saving other mothers and children from the same fate. She wants Rowan’s 11-minute extrauterine life to mean something.

And as Angele and Rowan’s story unfolds, “Godincidentally,” as Christians would say, the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services released a surprisingly strong statement on April 22 saying it would “aggressively enforce federal laws that protect born-alive infants.”

HHS directed state child protective service agents to pursue cases of suspected medical neglect and “any legal remedies as may be necessary” to provide medical care for a child as well as preventive measures to stop this form of child abuse.

It seems to me that the Florida Department of Children and Families has been handed a test case for HHS’s directive on a steel platter – little Rowan, lying in cold storage at an Orlando funeral home – awaiting justice.