In MY perfect world….

We finished up the abortion topic we’ve been discussing in Sunday School yesterday. We had some great conversations about it and all in all, everyone in the class was on the same page. There was one particular comment made by a girl in class that surprised me and then upset me. She asked if we thought that these babies weren’t “better off instead of being born into a family that doesn’t want them”. Better off? Seriously??? I held in my comment for a while as I put all my words together. And then came my speech.

I began…”in MY perfect world”…and then I started to cry (darn it – I hate it when I cry while trying to say something really important). I pulled myself together and started again. In MY perfect world, an abortion clinic would sit in the middle of a fertility clinic and a high risk OB clinic. Why? I proceeded to ask them if they had any idea how many babies we lose a week at work? **in case nobody knows, I work at a Children’s hospital* Do they have any idea how many pregnant moms have sat in my waiting room knowing full well that they will never bring their baby home from the hospital? Do you know how many couples enter fertility clinics that would give their right arm to become pregnant? Yes, I know – we were that couple in the fertility clinic praying our hearts out for a baby. I want those people who enter the abortion clinic and those who work there for that matter to be able to look to the right of them and see the high risk OB clinic. I want them to see the mothers who are fighting for their babies’ life and praying every day that God gives them just a few moments to spend with their child before they go to heaven forever. And then I want them to look to the left and see the fertility clinic. I want them to see the couple in the back holding hands as they pray that their procedure finally worked. I want them to know that even though they may not want their baby that someone else does. Someone else that would love and take care of their baby if they cannot.

A baby is a baby at conception…not at birth. My son smiled at me when I was 20 weeks pregnant. He smiled to let me know that he was okay and was growing like crazy. 20 weeks later, I held him. 8 months later, he is the joy of our lives. He’s such a happy baby and loves him family very much. I thank God every day that we were that couple in the fertility clinic praying that this time it worked. Yes, I am thankful that it truly took an act of God to bring Kevin to us. I never forget that he is a miracle.