This article, "When One Is Enough," about a woman's decision to abort two of her triplets, was one of the most heart-wrenching things I've read in a long time. 

As the dad of twins, I just can't get over how miraculous it is, having two identical yet amazingly unique toddlers wreaking havoc on my life. Knowing what I know today, were I to be put in Amy Richards' position, I would never even consider not doing everything I could to carry all three babies.

On the other hand, She Who Puts Up With Me might not agree (though I think she would ultimately decide to have the babies). After all, She was the one who had to be put on bed rest. She was the one who had to deal with the postpartum depression. She was the one who (somehow) managed to nurse two infants.

In fact, I'm still not sure how we made it through that first year with our sanity and our marriage intact.

In our case, I don't think there was ever really any serious discussion about whether or not to have both babies.

But what was the right decision for us might not be the right decision for a 34-year-old unmarried woman who works freelance. Babies are hard. Twin babies are really hard, and I don't even want to contemplate how hard it would have been to raise three babies to the point where they can dump bubble-stuff on the carpet.

So as much as this story tore at my guts, I can't say she made the wrong decision. Such wisdom is not mine.