The unmarried mother’s story about giving birth to a child diagnosed as terminally ill in the womb hit a major nerve on the Internet.
Every night for the last two months, thousands of abortion opponents across the nation logged on to a blog run by the suburban Chicago woman who identified herself only as “B” or “April’s Mom.”
People said they prayed that God would save her pregnancy. They e-mailed her photos of their children dressed in pink, bought campaign T-shirts, shared tales of personal heartache and redemption, and sent letters and gifts to an Oak Lawn P.O. box in support.***
By Sunday night, when “April’s Mom” claimed to have given birth to her “miracle baby” — blogging that April Rose had survived a home birth only to die hours later — her Web site had nearly a million hits.
There was only one problem with the unfolding tragedy: None of it was true.
After some soul-searching, this story has made me decide to finally come clean with you all. I’m not really John Cole, I’m Jane Coale, a 72 year old pensioner and grandmum from Newcastle staying with my daughter and her American husband. Tunch is actually the neighbors pot-bellied pig, and Lily is my granddaughter. My daughter told me to write about the Steelers to make this blog seem realistic, my loyalties actually lie in this order: God, the Queen, and the Newcastle United.
You’ve all been real sports for playing along.