8 is Enough, 14 is Insane
We need to talk about this octuplet craziness.
Sure, I've been holed up in my office revising the Penny Pinchers Club so long that - I kid you not - my FINGER TIPS BLED! But even I with no perspective can deduce that the California mother who gave birth last week to eight fetuses, uhm children, is not mentally stable. Why? Because she has six other kids, one as young as age two. Worse, according to the Los Angeles Times, the age of this mother is thirty three. Also, she's been through foreclosure and bankruptcy.
Look, I gave birth to Anna when I was twenty eight and that was considered fairly young in our social set. Sam was born when I was thirty two and I thought he was a lot to handle, especially since I was working and Charlie was fresh out of law school. We were so poor back then that the weekly grocery shop was a military exercise - how could we seek out food and capture it with minimal casualty to our bank account.
So I have an idea about being thirty three and a mother and let me tell you that being thirty three and having fourteen kids does not mathematically add up. It's wrong. There. I said it. Being thirty three and living with your parents (is there a husband? I don't think so) and having fourteen kids is wrong.
Children are not collectible Barbies, especially when we're dealing with children with severe special needs as this latest set will surely have. But as much as I think the mother is either nuts or victimized, it's the doctors I blame in the end. They had the choice to look at this young woman and her bizarre request - supposedly she wanted "just one more" - and could have easily advised her to achieve this goal the natural way.It wasn't as though she'd had a problem conceiving in the past. One can't help but wonder if her doctors viewed this as a challenge. Or, dare I say it, as a way to pad their bank accounts.
The resources required just to birth these babies is mind boggling. Seven teams of specialists were on hand to address the needs of seven premature infants. Only, an extra one popped out and, having categorized the children alphabetically, the "G" team had to do double duty on the fly. Those infants will be in the hospital seven more weeks. Let's do the math: eight times forty nine days must be close to a million dollars. And that's before we address the matter of hospital resources being sucked away to stand guard over these offspring.
The father of the mother, i.e., the grandfather, has taken a porky 'tude. To the reporters gathered outside his house, he declared that once the mother and children were freed from the hospital, he would take them to another house, a larger house at an undisclosed location where the press would never be able to find them.
I'm sorry, but I'm confused. Is there something he's hiding? I can understand privacy, but this is getting weird. This is getting creepy. When I hear of an unmarried woman being forced to produce multiple offspring and move to an undisclosed location, my mind turns to cult. Or aliens.
Now, perhaps I'm off base. If so, let me know. But before anyone tramples on me for being "anti-life," I would like to point out that I am extremely pro life. I don't believe in the death penalty and I firmly believe in bringing onto this planet children for whom you can wholeheartedly love and care. Two was hard enough for me. I cannot even begin to fathom fourteen. And I had a husband
So, set me straight if I'm wrong. If not, stay tuned. My hunch is there's another layer to this story that has yet to be revealed.
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