Right now at our state capitol, our legislators are debating a bill in Texas that would ban abortions after the 20th week of pregnancy. I'm not much of a political person, but this particular debate has grabbed my attention. Only an unlucky few ever lay eyes on a baby born at 23-24 weeks. For those of us who have been so unfortunate to have had babies at this early of a gestation, we know first-hand what these babies look like. We know the pain they feel. We know how they fight to live. They are not clumps of cells.
The problem with government is that everything has to be so right or so left when the middle is the answer. In this case, this bill is just that. It's a middle ground. It doesn't say you can't have an abortion; it just says do it before 5 months! The protestors are shouting that it's their choice, their bodies. What about the choice of that baby inside of you? A late term abortion would be just like me walking into the NICU and suffocating my baby born at 23 weeks. Would they argue that is my choice? On the other hand, you have the pro-life supporters carrying crosses and bibles and pictures of aborted fetuses. Where is the middle ground?
Except for the extremists who make uneducated arguments, you can't deny that this a life. Does this look like a clump of cells? These are not gross pictures of aborted fetuses; these are pictures of precious babies. This is what a 23 week "fetus" looks like.
And those "fetuses" turn into this. Can anyone argue that this a life?