I am not one of those parents, but I could easily have been. My youngest son was born in 1982 by an emergency caesarean. He was immediately whisked away to the pediatric intensive care unit. The doctor who headed that unit approached my husband and me and informed us that unless we agreed to let our son have a blood transfusion, he would not live the day out. Then we were threatened with a court order. Both my husband and I refused the transfusion on religious grounds. The court order never came about thanks to my sympathetic obstetrician. Long story short, he lived and thrived. For years this cemented my faith that the Jehovah's Witnesses were right. But now I look back in horror at how I was willing to let my son die for this religion.
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