Welcome back to Good Life, a newsletter about navigating our modern culture and staying sane in the process. This week, we discuss a hot-button issue: abortion.
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I Willingly Offered My Life For Hers
Abortion absolutists are starting their war against pro-life legislation again. It seems to always happen right around the buildup for election season. They want to push as many stories as possible of women being arrested after having “miscarriages,” only to find out that the truth is actually abhorrently ghoulish. Like the mother delivering her child and proceeding to abandon the baby outside alone and exposed, leading to the child’s death.
I’ve been pro-life for as long as I can remember, which I think is kind of incredible considering my generation was particularly deceived into believing that intentionally killing your baby made you a hero, not a villain. Still, it wasn’t until I became a mother that I realized what it truly meant to be pro-life.
There is a moment, especially with your first, that you realize you are willing to do unspeakable things to keep this little life inside you alive. You will go through nausea, sleeplessness, bloating, pain, all to make sure that their entry into this world is as smooth as possible.
And while that’s enough to make you a hardened survivor of pregnancy, nothing prepared me for the moment I actually had to choose between my life and theirs.