I saw a foetus and a placenta today. It was very disturbing. I couldn't bring myself to touch it. It was approximately the size of the distal section of my thumb,translucent and pinkish (reminded me of a lizard), curled up and I could see the eyes, hands and umbilical cord. I can't imagine us all starting out like that. So tiny, so fragile, so innocent, a life in itself, with the potential to grow into a human being like any of us, now dead and floating in a basin of blood with a large placenta. My goodness. I wanted to know whether it felt rubbery, soft or hard but I couldn't touch it. I think I would be traumatized for life. My friend held it in her hand and took photos. But it's really quite sick. I don't want to think about it. I wish abortions weren't so rampant here. I'd like to think I wasn't imagining that the father's eyes were red and teary but I don't know whether he had seen the foetus or felt anything about his wife's second abortion.