Noa Killed for Her Body Parts
Aliza and I were traveling with Noa in a foreign country when our daughter became sick. We took her to the nearest hospital where the emergency medical staff conducted a couple tests to find out what ailed her. They did not come up with a diagnosis so called on another doctor. They assured us that he was some kind of a children’s specialist and would know what to do.
This doctor took Noa from our arms without saying a word and rushed her over to a tank filled with water. His positive actions gave us confidence that he knew what he was doing as though he’d experienced this malady before and knew just how to treat it. I followed along behind the doctor curious and already feeling relieved that she was in good hands.
The doctor stripped Noa to her diaper then submerged her into an aquarium-sized vat of water and held her under for a couple minutes. He held her there just long enough for me to begin to worry about her having enough air. I couldn’t imagine what he was doing but continued to trust him nevertheless. When he brought her to the surface she sputtered and coughed. Her eyes were wide open in apparent surprise. She spewed out a stream of water that reminded me of a park fountain where a rivulet of water flowed constantly from the mouth of a stone nymph.
Just as quickly as he had brought her out of the water he dunked her again. This time he held her under longer. I became agitated as the seconds ticked by and moved to get a better view of through the glass, but the doctor moved to block my vision.
About then another doctor and a set of nurses rushed in carrying something. I watched to see what it was, following the procession with my eyes, all the while becoming more nervous for Noa. The nurses and other doctor lay what they were carrying down on an operating table. The doctor asked for a scalpel and then deftly sliced open what turned out to be an amniotic sac. I thought it was odd, but my curiosity and trust in the medical community was so strong that I figured they knew what they were doing.
What happen next really rocked me. Inside the amniotic sac was a set of Siamese triplets. The second doctor immediately cut the three babies apart without as much as even a thought about painkillers or bleeding or anything else. I was in a state of shock at that point. Things were happening so fast that I lost track of time. I watched in utter horror as the doctor turned the first baby over and cut a deep gash laterally all the way across the its buttocks! I could not imagine what he was doing. The baby’s cries were stifled by one of the nurses pushing the baby’s face into a soft blanket on the table. That’s when the grotesque idea flashed through my brain that maybe the doctor was marking this child as one to “throw away”!
In shock, I turned back to the first doctor working on Noa. I now had a much different feeling about the hospital staff and what they might be doing with my precious daughter. By then the doctor had brought her back to the surface again. But this time I could see that she was not moving at all. I cannot describe the utter horror that filled me at this point. I rushed over to the doctor who turned briskly away, keeping me from my daughter. He then strode out of the room to a place where several large containers were located with plastic sheeting covering them that reminded me of hotel laundry bins.
I looked desperately from one container to the next trying to find Noa, believing her to have been dumped in one of them as dead. I was so scared and alarmed and filled with panic that I began wailing uncontrollably. I searched frantically for her but to no avail. Another unimaginably horrible thought ran thought my mind that they had taken my baby daughter’s perfect body to be used for parts for some rich person’s sick child, and that they were going to give us one of the three Siamese triplets in place of her.
I wept and sobbed and pounded my head with my fists, angry and in such pain over losing my baby. Aliza tried to console me but all I could say over and over was: “Noa, I only want Noa!”
This doctor took Noa from our arms without saying a word and rushed her over to a tank filled with water. His positive actions gave us confidence that he knew what he was doing as though he’d experienced this malady before and knew just how to treat it. I followed along behind the doctor curious and already feeling relieved that she was in good hands.
The doctor stripped Noa to her diaper then submerged her into an aquarium-sized vat of water and held her under for a couple minutes. He held her there just long enough for me to begin to worry about her having enough air. I couldn’t imagine what he was doing but continued to trust him nevertheless. When he brought her to the surface she sputtered and coughed. Her eyes were wide open in apparent surprise. She spewed out a stream of water that reminded me of a park fountain where a rivulet of water flowed constantly from the mouth of a stone nymph.
Just as quickly as he had brought her out of the water he dunked her again. This time he held her under longer. I became agitated as the seconds ticked by and moved to get a better view of through the glass, but the doctor moved to block my vision.
About then another doctor and a set of nurses rushed in carrying something. I watched to see what it was, following the procession with my eyes, all the while becoming more nervous for Noa. The nurses and other doctor lay what they were carrying down on an operating table. The doctor asked for a scalpel and then deftly sliced open what turned out to be an amniotic sac. I thought it was odd, but my curiosity and trust in the medical community was so strong that I figured they knew what they were doing.
What happen next really rocked me. Inside the amniotic sac was a set of Siamese triplets. The second doctor immediately cut the three babies apart without as much as even a thought about painkillers or bleeding or anything else. I was in a state of shock at that point. Things were happening so fast that I lost track of time. I watched in utter horror as the doctor turned the first baby over and cut a deep gash laterally all the way across the its buttocks! I could not imagine what he was doing. The baby’s cries were stifled by one of the nurses pushing the baby’s face into a soft blanket on the table. That’s when the grotesque idea flashed through my brain that maybe the doctor was marking this child as one to “throw away”!
In shock, I turned back to the first doctor working on Noa. I now had a much different feeling about the hospital staff and what they might be doing with my precious daughter. By then the doctor had brought her back to the surface again. But this time I could see that she was not moving at all. I cannot describe the utter horror that filled me at this point. I rushed over to the doctor who turned briskly away, keeping me from my daughter. He then strode out of the room to a place where several large containers were located with plastic sheeting covering them that reminded me of hotel laundry bins.
I looked desperately from one container to the next trying to find Noa, believing her to have been dumped in one of them as dead. I was so scared and alarmed and filled with panic that I began wailing uncontrollably. I searched frantically for her but to no avail. Another unimaginably horrible thought ran thought my mind that they had taken my baby daughter’s perfect body to be used for parts for some rich person’s sick child, and that they were going to give us one of the three Siamese triplets in place of her.
I wept and sobbed and pounded my head with my fists, angry and in such pain over losing my baby. Aliza tried to console me but all I could say over and over was: “Noa, I only want Noa!”
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