North Melbourne full forward Ben Brown is a massive shitlib but he comes across as a likeable dag and probably doesn’t mind his “Sideshow Ben” nickname, and in the traditionalist terms that this site still feels the pull of he did the right thing and married his girl (who is also a massive shitlib, but she took his name, and at least looks like an ordinary girl, not the rake thin, chiseled faced, kind of scary looking peroxide blonde prima donna bimbos that often latch onto AFL footballers; plus she seems to have the requisite, modest amount of cushion for the pushin, and they have matching hair which is nice) and started a family.
They have one child and Ben’s wife Hester was until recently pregnant with twins, but sadly “twin two” miscarried. She posted in Instagram (we’re working on the possibly brave assumption that she is not just attention whoring here) that the lost child will be “always in our hearts“:
We are very grateful to have another beautiful baby join our family next year and we know that we are fortunate and will cherish what we have but we will also carry broken hearts for the beautiful twin who we will never hold in our arms.
I know that miscarrying/vanishing twins are common. But that doesn’t take the hurt away. And I just want to extend my love and my hand to anyone who has or is going through this. You are not alone.
By our rough calculations from info in the Herald Scum article the miscarried child was about 6 weeks old in utero.
According to current practice and more or less in the law at 6 weeks old there is no baby, it is just a clump of cells that can be terminated for any reason. There will come a day when this sort of story will not be allowed to be talked about openly, as it produces too much cognitive dissonance and it may be cruelly triggering to women who have killed their unborn babies, and people like Ben and Hester will need to keep their grief to themselves.
Remember, women of Australia, that baby you kill will always be in your heart.