I'm pro-Becky who found out at her 20-week anatomy scan that the infant she had been so excited to bring into this world had developed without life-sustaining organs.
I was recently discussing the Dobbs decision with a friend who claimed she was pro-life but then suddenly flipped when she began to see the hyperbolic rhetoric by the pro-abortion camp. She sent me an emotional video featuring the testimony of a woman who had been pregnant with a baby whose organs were not developing properly. The lady chose to have her baby aborted (sadly, killed, in reality) rather than allowing her baby’s life to continue. It was a truly heart-breaking testimony and yet another reminder that we live in a world groaning under the weight of the curse.
“Stacia,” my friend wrote. “Put yourself in this lady’s shoes—what if this were Kieran’s child? How would you feel? What would you do?” Kieran is our oldest son who will be celebrating 14 years post-womb in a few months. I found her comments somewhat ironic because Kieran has a genetic condition that would have placed him on the in utero kill list (similar to Down syndrome). Of course, she wasn’t suggesting that we should have had Kieran killed but was trying to make the sad situation above personal to me. But at what point do we stop trying to play God in determining which babies are killed and which are allowed to live?