I’ve likely worn you all out with all my discussions about why I’m pro-life. No matter what. And how I have a very hard time reconciling how someone could be pro-choice and against the death penalty.
I’m not here to beat a dead horse.
But I feel the need to talk about a little something…
It could just be that I recently reconnected with a whole bunch of college friends who are very, very liberal. They’re very “pro-woman” (<– NOT a bad thing!) and also very anti-Republican (<– maybe a bad thing for me, since I am one.)
I’ve been reading a lot of status updates condemning Ryan for supporting “personhood” laws. A lot of griping about how men have no business making laws about women’s healthcare. (Though, surprisingly, they are A-OK with those men as long as they make the laws they want. Hmmm…)
There have been a lot of discussions about how ridiculous some of these “rabid pro-lifers” are– that they’re placing value on a fetus or an embryo or a zygote. That this THING is not, indeed, a person, but only a mass of cells.
And I remember hearing the words…
Did I not lose a baby? Was it just a mass of cells that slowly disintegrated into nothingness, as if it were never a life at all? I only made it to ten weeks of pregnancy and, in actuality, our precious child never even grew quite as big as a ten week gestation baby should be.
So, what then… what does that mean? Am I just over-emotional and ridiculous to mourn the loss of a child who, in the opinion of so many, doesn’t even count as a person? Is this a sign of my utter stupidity that I shed tears over what amounts to nothing?
I don’t honestly think my friends believe that. I think they’re genuinely sorry that we lost our fourth baby. But why? Just because it makes me sad or because they acknowledge an actual loss of life?
I’ve always said that I will speak up and defend all babies, including the unborn.
It has always sickened me a fair bit to think of precious unborn children being, well, eliminated.
But I never realized just how very much it could hurt for someone to deny the existence of an actual baby… until I lost one.
Make no mistake: I lost a baby. And pro-choice rhetoric demeans that loss.