"No woman wants to have to make that difficult decision."
I hear this a lot from women who say they are pro-choice. But my question is: If there isn't a life inside, why is that decision so difficult? It's not a difficult decision to have a gall bladder or appendix removed.
When I was in my twenties and about ten weeks pregnant, I had an abortion. At that time, I thought it was the only choice I had. Plus, I was led to believe that there was not a baby growing inside of me, rather, an inanimate "fetus" that was just a blob of tissue. Time and again, I was told that what was inside of me was not "alive."
Not too long ago, I saw a picture of a 10-week-old fetus. It was a perfectly formed baby, just really, really tiny, like about two inches from head to feet. Yes, it had feet. And hands, and was capable of sucking its thumb. It had eyes, and a heart that had been beating for six weeks. And then I saw another picture of that baby, torn apart after an abortion. Dismembered feet, hands and arms. Still tiny, but still feet, hands and arms.
If I had known in 1975 what I know today about life in the womb, and if I were presented with the many alternatives to abortion that exist today, I wonder if I would have made the same decision. But that was then, and this is now. Now my purpose is not to take away a woman's right to choose, but to inform women about that choice. To make women aware that there is a living, growing baby inside of them. That that baby is an individual with unique DNA, and abortion takes the life of that individual in the most gruesome way. Abortion stops that tiny beating heart and tears that living baby apart. It is a fact that I hope and pray will prick the conscience of this nation.
I hear this a lot from women who say they are pro-choice. But my question is: If there isn't a life inside, why is that decision so difficult? It's not a difficult decision to have a gall bladder or appendix removed.
When I was in my twenties and about ten weeks pregnant, I had an abortion. At that time, I thought it was the only choice I had. Plus, I was led to believe that there was not a baby growing inside of me, rather, an inanimate "fetus" that was just a blob of tissue. Time and again, I was told that what was inside of me was not "alive."
Not too long ago, I saw a picture of a 10-week-old fetus. It was a perfectly formed baby, just really, really tiny, like about two inches from head to feet. Yes, it had feet. And hands, and was capable of sucking its thumb. It had eyes, and a heart that had been beating for six weeks. And then I saw another picture of that baby, torn apart after an abortion. Dismembered feet, hands and arms. Still tiny, but still feet, hands and arms.
If I had known in 1975 what I know today about life in the womb, and if I were presented with the many alternatives to abortion that exist today, I wonder if I would have made the same decision. But that was then, and this is now. Now my purpose is not to take away a woman's right to choose, but to inform women about that choice. To make women aware that there is a living, growing baby inside of them. That that baby is an individual with unique DNA, and abortion takes the life of that individual in the most gruesome way. Abortion stops that tiny beating heart and tears that living baby apart. It is a fact that I hope and pray will prick the conscience of this nation.