Should my baby brother Jordan been aborted?

In the middle of the night, at the end of May, my mom received a phone call to hurry to the hospital. “He’s dying. You better come now”. My mom hung up the phone and raced to the car to realize she was out of gas. Just making it to the gas station where she saw lights on inside, she banged and banged on the door shouting, “Please open up! I need gas! My baby is dying!”.

Dead. My little brother was dead. Three months old, never made it to the place where my older brother Ben, myself, and my parents called HOME. He was too sick. I was 4 years old when Jordan Hamilton Byrd was born, March 11th, 1986 and 3 months later, struggled to breathe while sleeping, passed away before my mom could get to him.

My mom and dad were clueless to Jordan’s deformities. The day he was born was when they found out he had a cleft lip, and had Trisomy 13. Jordan was measuring small in the 3rd trimester. The nurses and doctors gave my mom an ultrasound which was extremely rare back then, yet they didn’t catch anything abnormal.

Jordan was born, a small 5 lbs. The 5 lbs that he remained for all 3 months of his life. During his birth, my dad wept while he held the video camera in his shaky hand. He wept so hard. He knew. Jordan was delivered and a team of doctors and nurses swept him away. Mom never touched him. He was held up for her to see. Her son. Her deformed son.

Word got around fast. Practically mom’s entire church came and the visitors were many. Finally, late that night, a man visiting, asked mom,”Have you held your baby?” To which my mom replied, “No. No I haven’t.”

Mom was scared. She knew something was really wrong but couldn’t get past the emotions of it all. He was…scary looking. She had 2 healthy children, and now this.

Mom looked around the hospital room and realized the visitors were gone. Picking up the phone, she called the nurse.

“I’d like to see my baby.”
The nurse responded, “I think he’d really like that.”

I can picture my mom walking down the hospital hallway, bare feet cold on the floor, much like her emotions probably felt. Cold. Confused. The unknown.

There Jordan was. Hooked up to every cord you can imagine and warm in his little bed. Jordan was a new baby, not even a 1/2 day old, and had not been the baby placed on his mother’s chest immediately as he was brought into the world. He had not yet found the comfort and warmth of a mother’s arms and breast. He was in an incubator, struggling for his life.

“I’d like to hold my baby,” my mom said. And with that, the nurse place her new son in her arms. Mom locked eyes with Jordan, and yes…she fell in love. With the power of love came the strength to fight for her son. To fight for LIFE.

By the end of day, she knew Jordan had a few hours or a few weeks to live. From that moment on, she was determined to find out all she could about this disorder and how she could help Jordan survive as long as possible…and miraculously and hopefully, for forever.

Weeks turned into a month, 1 month into 2 months, and so on as the long days and nights passed and Jordan’s little heart fought for his life. And every day my mom stayed by his side until bedtime.

Mom never ever questioned, “Why me? Why us? Why GOD?”. My sweet mother knew what a blessing her child was, what a blessing any child is, in any form.

Jordan had several setbacks. He was dead and brought back to life more times then she can even remember. So many times in fact, that a board of hospital members met one grueling afternoon to decide if Jordan SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO LIVE. They wanted to starve my baby brother, my mom’s precious baby, to DEATH. Death by starvation. I can’t even imagine my parent’s thoughts knowing their baby’s life in that moment wasn’t in the fate of God anymore, but of men. Humans sitting around a table, cup of coffee in hand, discussing the starvation of a baby until his death.


Never. See, for 3 months, he never experienced his physical home. But he experienced the love of his mother and father. He felt the warmth of her breath on his cheek and tasted her milk that was pumped through a tube. He felt the strong hands of his father cradling him. He knew his grandparent’s love. Jordan met his big brother Ben and his big sister, myself, oooing and awwwing over what we thought was a perfect baby. Jordan felt and knew what we all long to feel and know every day of our lives, LOVE.

Exodus chapter 4 and verse 11, God says, “Who has made man’s mouth? Or who makes him dumb or deaf or seeing or blind? Is it not I the Lord?” I make them that way. It’s for His purposes sometimes to make men dumb and deaf and seeing and blind. You remember in John chapter 9 the man born blind and the disciple said, “Who sinned, this man or his parents?” And Jesus said, “Nobody, this man was born blind for the glory of God.” God made it that way.

So badly my mom wanted Jordan to survive because she believed in miracles. But that doesn’t mean that God didn’t listen to her prayers. He knew what he was doing. It was all in His plan all along. God so perfectly created Jordan despite his deformities. Jordan was still created in the perfect image of our God.

And in the coolness of the night that June, Jordan left the only home he ever knew, a little hospital room, always surrounded by cords and nurses, to go home to Jesus.

I picture him now as a young boy of about 10, doing all the things 10 year old boys would do here on Earth. I’m sure he has the best trails to hike on, the best paths to ride his bike, the biggest supply of fish from a pond to fish from, and the coziest bed he’s ever slept on.

I’ve shared an article below that inspired me to write about my brother. Every child, every being, from the minute they are conceived, is just that, a CHILD. A real person that wants and needs to be loved. The greatest gift we can offer someone, is to love them. That is why children are a blessing no matter how they come into this earth. Because when we learn to love unselfishly and sacrificially, we are experiencing Christ. We are knowing only a small taste of how Jesus loves us.

Baby with Trisomy 13 lives 135 days and reaches 500,000 Facebook fans
When Kara McHenry found out she was pregnant, there’s no way she could have known the impact that her child would have on the world. When the doctors told her and her husband Shane that their baby had Trisomy 13, and was therefore “incompatible with life” there’s no way they could have known the inspiration he would ignite.

There was only a 1% chance that baby Corbin would be born breathing, but he and his parents fought for each breath he would take and in the process, created a new wave of hope and generosity among thousands of strangers.

Corbin arrived seven weeks ahead of schedule with little hope that he would live for even a moment. But he did. And when a few days went by and he was still fighting, Kara began celebrating Corbin’s life through Facebook with her page Prayers for Corbin.

Each day she would lovingly post a photo of Corbin with a handmade sign celebrating that day of his life and praising God including:

God has been working miracles for 19 days! God is good!

3 weeks of Beautiful, Perfect, Memorable, Wonderful, Miraculous LIFE!

A persons a person no matter how small. Blessing this earth for 34 days!

My parents gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person: They BELIEVE in me! 36 Days Old!

Each day brought about something new to rejoice. There was the day when Corbin was able to go outside. There was the day he met his Great Grandparents. There was the day he got to meet his dog Zeus. And as the posts continued, filled with inspiration, hope, love, and adorable photos, so did the Corbin’s followers. And when Corbin died on day 135, he had half a million fans.

Each of those fans mourned his death. But each of them also celebrated his life, including his parents. Rather than sink into a depression, they showed their gratitude for each day that they were blessed to be with their precious son. Kara writes:

Corbin, today you were taken from my arms and went home to heaven at 7:04 am. It’s all still so surreal. Last night, between the laughter, memories, smiles, and tears I asked the nurse, “Are most families like this? Why are we not sad?” Her answer said it all, “You all are celebrating LIFE, you’re not mourning.” Oh how I loved to hear that. We weren’t mourning at all! Sure the thought of you not being here is unbearable but the thought of the life you’ve lived, means so much more! You spent the last two days surrounded by those that love you, you went outside and you even met your puppy dog Zeus! A million memories into two short days!

You were given a less than 1% chance to live, but you were born! You were told you’d survive hours, but you survived days. Your days became weeks and weeks turned to months. Now 135 days later, I sit here writing to you, so thankful for all that we were able to share with you. I am grateful for the days, the weeks, and the months; every single one!

Baby Corbin meets his dog Zeus.

Baby Corbin meets his dog Zeus.

She promised Corbin that she would keep is memory alive by helping others. In keeping that promise, Kara created Team Corbin and is raising and donating money to help other children with Trisomy 13 including baby Colton, born just 16 days after Corbin, who is now home with his family. Corbin’s Fund donated $3,000 to the family to help with medical expenses. In addition, others have started paying it forward in honor of Corbin. On August 21, a woman posted a photo on Facebook. It said:

No idea who the lady was in front of me at Starbucks, all I know is she also drove a jeep. But she gave me a $10 gift card and this note. I don’t know who she was but I would really like to say thank you! Brought tears to my eyes, there are still nice people out there<3

The note the woman had received read, “Pay it forward! Team Corbin on Facebook. Make someone smile today”

And with that, and many other generous gestures, a little boy who lived only 135 days outside of the womb, whose parents had the choice of whether or not to kill him while he was inside the womb, is changing the world for the better.
Link here. Written by Nancy Flanders


You are WANTED (Part 2 I’ve Had Enough)


*Originally posted on Facebook July 2013


Deuteronomy 31:6

So be strong and courageous! Do not be afraid and do not panic before them. For the Lord your God will personally go ahead of you. He will neither fail you nor abandon you.”


I may not remember the exact date, but July 16th is a day I’ll never forget. Nothing out of the ordinary, finished up with work, and was scrolling through on my Facebook wall. I came upon my “daily dose” of abortion articles and the happenings of it in the world. Some days I just look at the title and decide not to read it, other days I’m ready to embrace how the story will unfold. I say embrace because I always end up crying and emotional.


Yesterday was no different. I opened one up and begin to read the appalling situation in Texas that is going on. And there it was. Like a wall I had been trying to climb with no ladder, I finally had reached the top. I could see. I had vision. My vision was blurring with tears that were more this day than usual. I see God. I see where you have been leading me.


Back in February, I decided to join Rodan+Fields dermatologists. I couldn’t wait to become a part of the company, making woman more confident in a product that truly worked! I was in love with the products myself and couldn’t wait to share it with everyone. Just like you would recommend a fantastic movie or a meal at a restaurant with friends and loved ones because you want them to enjoy what you just did, I felt I wanted to share the good news of this awesome skincare!


WHY. What was my why in this business? The word dragged on and on at me. I prayed and prayed. I spoke with my husband and saw that in reality his job may be gone in a year and my “why” grew a bit. One brick higher on my wall was built.


Last summer we bought a foreclosed home and had been dying to beautify it after paying 2 mortgages for 7 months! When we compared our budgets and with the costs of having 2 kids, we saw how small our budgets really were. My “why” for selling skincare deepened just a bit. I now had a 2nd brick to step on when trying to get over my wall.


Yet I wanted more. I felt something stirring in my heart. A deeper “why” was there yet I wasn’t sure what it was yet. In my prayers, I finally felt a whisper. My GOD! You spoke to me! How long it has been since I’ve heard the distinctness and boldness in YOUR voice. It wasn’t a shout. It wasn’t a soft tone. It was simply a whisper. You will be home with your boys.


Huh?! Me? I LOVE my job. I’ve wanted to be Nancy Drew, Harriet the Spy, and Lois Lane since I was 5. I never had plans of leaving my job in the crime world. I told my husband what I heard but I wasn’t sure what it meant. Because I never ever thought I’d be the stay-at-home Mom type. Yet here was a 3rd brick placed at my feet for my climb.


As weeks passed and months passed and my business has successfully grown, I have found pure happiness in it. It’s not always easy, but I have pressed on determined to find out more of my “why”.


I kept on praying. And there, finally, my prayer was answered. My “why” had arrived. My reason to fully drive me into deep motivation of being successful was that place that God had been stirring in my heart. I wanted to give I knew, and give back BIG. The organization I felt led to was a place like Hope Resource Center. A place that helps with free confidential health services and education on abortion. I immediately felt a sense of completion. Like a little bell had gone off. I now treasured my “why”. Immediately I had a stack of bricks in front of me.


So as I sat there yesterday in front of my computer that fed me with more information to make me agitated, distraught and yet again, saddened for these precious victimized babies, I knew I needed to write. Where do I start God? How do I even begin to get my point across? I’m so mad! I’m so hurt! Why is this going on?! And then I said as I always do before speaking of something so important to people, Lord, let my words be Your words.


And as the words spilled out of my perturbed mouth I kept praying. I was fearful no one would even read what I wrote. Fearful that it would be left to float around in the Facebook world untouched. Yet I knew so overwhelmingly the presence of God with me at my desk, in my chair. He was there yesterday. He was providing the words that you read.


Driving home yesterday I had the radio on and immediately I heard the lady saying something along the lines of, “Have you ever known so deep in your heart, that God has placed something in front of you that you knew was from Him to show you a sign? This is odd. Yes! Yes I do feel I just experienced that. And a few people shared some stories that was to similar experience of my time in front of my computer yesterday. Up next, was the song, “Wanted” by Dara Maclean. No way Jesus! Seriously?!!! Yes! I hear you my sweet Jesus! Let me interrupt to allow you to read the lyrics:

 From the day you were born
And took your first breath
You opened your eyes and in came the light
He was watching you
But all of your life you couldn’t shake the lies in your head
Saying you’re a mistake
Oh but you were made
By a God who knows your name
He doesn’t make mistakes

You are wanted
To every broken heart, He stands with open arms
You are wanted
To every searching soul, look to the rising sun
If you’re lonely, hurting, gone too far
To the outcast you come as you are
For you, you are wanted, you, you are wanted
You, you are wanted, you, you are wanted

Let this be the day that joy takes the place
Of all of the years that shame tried to steal away
He is calling you
Lift your eyes to see His face
Come run into the arms of grace

You, you have been marked
You’re set apart
And He calls you His
So you don’t have to search
Don’t have to look for where you belong



Elation! Joy! Clarity! If I wasn’t driving, I believe I could have fallen to the floor, shaking like I did that day I found out I was pregnant. God was THERE. His voice. His whole being! Like a wall I had been trying to climb with no ladder, I finally had reached the top. I could see. I had vision. My vision was blurring with tears that were more this day than usual. I see God. I see where you have been leading me. I felt no anxiety at the thought of staying home with my boys one day leaving a job I loved behind. Because I had just been fulfilled with a greater dream. A dream my maker had created in me. He was stirring…OH was he stirring. No longer a whisper right God?You want me to be able to leave my job one day to give BIG to an organization that will help women choose adoption! You are choosing me as YOUR instrument to save lives??? ME? Yes Lord, I”ll do it. Take my hand and guide me there.


You see, sometimes we don’t get the whole picture. God sometimes gives us only one direction at at time. It’s up to us to trust the first part of His plan He has provided us with. Will we boldly step out and follow? Do we always understand our “why”? No. But He will surely show us. In His perfect way.


I will protect my reason for being in this new business. It needs great protection. And I need courage and boldness that only the Lord will provide. I have decided today to replace my FEARS with FAITH. He WILL provide.


2 Timothy 1:7

For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline.

Emily-Anne Buck

Watch Dara Maclean’s Wanted video here:


How it began…”I’ve had enough” part 1

*Originally posted on Facebook but here it is again since this is what pushed me to write.
July 16th, 2013

I’ve Had Enough!
As I stare at the cursor blinking, overwhelmed with my thoughts going this way and that and how to express my feelings, I realize I must start with the truth. Truth that happened in the summer of 2009. A miracle. A baby. My body’s hypothalamus sends a signal to the pituitary gland to release follicle-stimulating hormone. This hormone prompts several follicles — small, fluid-filled cysts — to develop into mature eggs. After the follicle that released the egg calls for increased estrogen production, the egg has only 24 hours to find it’s partner! Usually 3 out of 4 sperm are abnormal and 4 out of 10 will be bad swimmers. And then most of the sperm cells will die due to the acidic nature of the vagina. From there, they must enter the cervix, swim through cervical mucus, enter the uterus and find the opening to the fallopian tube. And once they’re there, if no egg is present or on the way, it’s been a fruitless journey for the hard-charging survivors. (

When I read this, my jaw drops! How is any of this possible?! How can the journey of a child’s life begin in such a small window of opportunity?! The chances of a life being created seem so little. And a baby isn’t even made yet! There are so many more details in the process of conception. Yet I’ll end there. These phenomenal details could only be made by one Creator. THE Creator.

“God created man in his image; in the divine image he created him; male and female he created them” (Genesis 1:27).

When life is created, there are NO mistakes. Babies are not just a bunch of cells mushed together that grow from the size of a pindrop to a 7lb healthy boy! No. Sweet precious life, our life, your life, is created in the IMAGE of God. One definition of image is this: “an optical counterpart or appearance of an object, as is produced by reflection from a mirror”. Woa. Can we read that again? Like a “reflection in the mirror”? So if God were standing in front of a mirror WE look like Him?! THE one and only God?

Exception. Is there exception to the rule of a child that has been raped? Is our society saying that in that horrible moment of sin, the most tragic moment of a woman’s life, where a horrid man has placed his hands on a woman’s body forcefully and unnaturally, that this innocent child has been the exception to the rule of God’s image? That God turned his back from that mirror when life was created and the child was made in the image of…what? An animal? Some beast? NO! This too is a child created in the image of the Holy God.

I understand people’s thoughts on being able to receive an abortion because they’ve been raped. What a terrible thing! This woman didn’t want this! She didn’t want intercourse from that man. She most certainly shouldn’t be left raising a child that came into existence out of such dark violence. So, abort! That makes it right, right God? That makes it OK? Tell us God that it…is…OK to kill…because we didn’t want “it”.

“You knit me in my mother’s womb . . . nor was my frame unknown to you when I was made in secret” (Psalm 139:13,15).

I’ll never forget that the 5 months it took me to get pregnant with my firstborn felt like forever. What a short time frame, yet when you have 2 doctors perform tests and explain to you that your body is not producing this hormone or that hormone and it might be hard for you to get pregnant, time stands still. The day that I saw that positive line on a test, my knees buckled. I literally could not stand. Even my husband had to tell me to sit. My whole being was overjoyed, shaken, and at a loss for words. I just screamed! There was life inside of me. Me! God chose so abundantly to bless me and my husband. Within just 18 days, my baby had a heart beat. Four weeks in, my baby had eyes, ears, and respiratory systems beginning to form. At 6 weeks his brainwaves could be detected. By 11 to 12 weeks from conception, the baby is breathing fluid steadily and continues to do so until birth. By 14 weeks, there are little whirls and lines called fingerprints on my baby’s hands.

Yet…this is sadly a time when a teenager, a young un-wed mother, a rape victim turns first to an abortion clinic instead of discussing adoption options, and is told there is no baby. It’s just a fetus. Just a slimy ball of cells. Lie. What a lie! I have read endless articles of these poor victimized women who have cried and cried in regret that they chose to kill their baby…all because one person misinformed them that there was in fact, a real life, a real baby, growing and thriving in them.

Yes, I sit here staring at my computer. Flustered. Crying. Angry. Yet..not surprised. Not surprised one bit that this week in Texas during the ban to prohibit abortions after 20 weeks, that the “rented mob” of protesters, shouts things like “Hail Satan”! And “Mary should have aborted Jesus!” and “F*** the church!” These protesters, that came after being offered $2,200 a month from an ad on Craigslist, were found with jars and jars of human feces. Urine, bloody tampons and bricks. Yes, bricks! What makes me sick is not necessarily that they were protesting the “same ‘ole” abortion issues. They were protesting prohibition of abortion after 5 months, when it’s been diagnosed that the child feels pain. A helpless, innocent child feeling stabbed by scissors. A child ripped limb to limb. A child thrown and left in a toilet to drown. A child stuck gasping their first and last breaths of life in a plastic trash bag. The bill also requires abortion mills provide the same level of medical care as other outpatient surgical facilities, and abortionists must have admitting privileges to a hospital within 30 miles. Finally, it requires chemical abortions (RU 486) be administered within approved FDA guidelines. It’s a very pro-child and pro-woman bill that makes babies and their mothers a little safer in Texas. One question for these protesters and these “choice” believers, WHAT. IS. SO. WRONG.WITH. THAT???

If you think this is not going on, then you are terribly, sadly misinformed. Are you one of those that turns their backs because it’s too gruesome to hear the truth? Yes, I used to be one of those. One that knew abortion was wrong, but I simply pictured a perfectly clean, white, shiny doctor’s office, a girl raped and just doing what she felt she should do, by going in to see an abortionist at 8 weeks where the baby’s so small. So did it really matter? I was one of those misinformed. That is what the world wants! That is what the media wants! Where is all this on the news this week? It’s been butted out by the Glee cast member death and by the death of a young Florida teen in a “racist” case.

I hurt for those innocent babies. I so hurt for the people that are misinformed. I ache for the mothers that are told their life is surely better because they will be child-free, yet are faced with years of sadness, depression, and pain. They’ve given up their baby. A piece of them. A life so perfectly created in the IMAGE of our great God.

People wonder…than why does God allow these things to happen? Why not? Are we a deserving nation to have no loss and pain? Absolutely not. Our backs are turned. And what is scary is when God finally decides He has had enough.

“They mutilated their sons and daughters by fire…till the Lord, in his great anger against Israel, put them away out of his sight” (2 Kings 17:17-18).

“They sacrificed their sons and their daughters… and they shed innocent blood, the blood of their sons and their daughters, whom they sacrificed to the idols of Canaan, desecrating the land with bloodshed” (Psalm 106:35, 37-38).

This sin of child-sacrifice, in fact, is mentioned as one of the major reasons that the Kingdom of Israel was destroyed by the Assyrians and the people taken into exile.

Scary right? And can I just be honest for a minute? I know this will be an on-going battle. I know the days of fighting for these rights may never rest. But what happened this week in Texas is surely a compromise. If we have abortions, than why oh why can’t they be banned after 20 weeks when a child feels a murderer’s hands upon her body? My heart has found some small peace in this. And another little portion of peace knowing that a place in China has found a way to allow some couples to bore a 2nd child. Little fractions of peace. Little bits of change. But change is good. And I can’t help but wonder how many people will read this, just like they have other articles I have posted on abortion on my facebook page, and they have skipped over it? And those that read it, don’t comment on it or even hit like, in fear of what others will think of them. How do I know this? Because I get private messages. Yes, little private messages that they agree with me. Babies need BIG VOICES. Big strong LOUD vicotorious voices fighting for them. Because they are tiny. Fragile. And have no voice because it’s been taken from them in their mother’s womb.

Call me crazy, Jesus freak, call me anything you want…but if your mother considered aborting you, wouldn’t you want to hear my voice?

Emily-Anne Buck

“There shall be no more death” (Revelation 21:4). “Amen. Come, Lord Jesus!” (Revelation 22:20).