But the story has nothing to do with abortion. You didn't mention abortion to her, and she didn't mention it to you. Sounds like it's a woman who's regretting or perhaps second-guessing some of her life choices, perhaps as part of a case of medically-defined depression or anxiety, combined with a crisis of faith, as she's probably wondering why a good, faithful person should end up in such circumstances.
We all do that, some badly, some not so much. I have twin girls, and when they were infants, when I was up through the night feeding two screaming babies there were times I'd wished they'd never been born, where I shouted that the little buggers had stolen my life and a whole host of nasty thoughts. But, once you're no longer in the moment, you get over it (sometimes with the help of a doctor, therapist and if necessary medication) and move on. One of the signs of maturity is excepting your circumstances and moving forward from there. That's what I did, basically saying to myself that my children did not ask to be conceived and born, so now it's my job (and my wife's) to raise. love and protect them.
The loving part, by the way, does not come naturally, as there were times in those dark, sleepless screaming hours when I hated the kids. One of the other twin mothers in our group told my wife and I that while everyone else is telling you having babies is so wonderful, you need to know the truth, which is, with twins or more, it's a terrible, soul and marriage crushing time, but that you will survive this time, and look back on it with a sense of satisfaction that can only be shared with others that have survived the same circumstances. Singleton parents have no idea. I only began to fall deeply in love with my kids once they were out of diapers, could feed themselves and talk. Now that I have two five year olds, it's a wonderful time. Now, just ask me again when they're 13 and tell me I'm an idiot, LOL.
