“He’s the gift I never expected to receive at my age, and now I can’t imagine my life without him! I still can’t believe he was almost aborted! I mean look at him — can you imagine if I’d done that to him?”
~ Noah’s mom with her 5 mth old baby
People often ask me why I care so much about abortion. After all, fetuses are small, probably not very sentient if at all, and is there really that much of a difference between having never been conceived vs going from the oblivion of early fetal existence to the oblivion of death?
I now have a new visual for my reply: His name is Noah. Exactly one year ago this week, I met Noah’s mom while doing a public display on abortion with my friends at the Canadian Center for Bio-Ethical Reform. Prior to that meeting, Noah was still unknown to everyone but his parents, who were seriously considering abortion. He was just a first trimester fetus with tiny little body parts and minimal consciousness at best, and he didn’t even have a name yet – all of which would’ve made it easy for a perhaps well-intentioned physician to have his body dismembered and his little life wiped out as thought it had never been. But he had been, even back then. And tiny and nameless though he was, those were still someone’s feet, someone’s legs, someone’s beating heart, and someone’s growing brain – yes, even someone’s male genitals for his future bodily pleasures. And when I think of abortion or I see a photo of a dismembered fetus, I see someone like Noah. Because abortion would’ve destroyed his body.
One year to the week when I first began encouraging Noah’s mom to not abort, I got to travel again to the downtown mall where I’d met her. I had the privilege of holding in my arms the now five-month post-birth little boy who’d unknowingly come so close to being decapitated, disemboweled, and dismembered in a first trimester suction abortion. Noah’s Mom faced very real challenges when she conceived him. But she worked hard with the help of others to kill the problems, rather than kill the boy. I couldn’t be prouder of this brave woman – and be assured this little boy and any others I help save with pro-life work will always have me as an extra “Auntie”!
I can’t stay silent about abortion because it destroys actual growing bodies – just like Noah’s little body, which abortion came real close to destroying forever. It dismembers the yet nameless Heathers and the Matthews and the Deshauns who have been conceived and and who now exist, and whose tiny bodies have begun what should have been lifelong development as human beings. Little human bodies can’t be disregarded and destroyed just because they mess up the plans of the bigger human bodies. Might may seem to make right, but I’m convinced that non-violent conflict resolution must be the path of a civilized society!
I gave Noah’s mom a Precious Feet pin this week, along with a souvenir footprint kit so she can memorialize his baby feet as they are today. Noah’s feet were about the size of that 10 week fetal feet pin when I met his mom one year ago. We’re both thrilled she didn’t end the growth of those little feet, and that those same, now much bigger feet are still around to kick about the world! We’ll keep fighting for the rest of your generation, Baby Noah, for they too deserve their futures. Meanwhile, happy trails, wherever your precious feet take you!
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