cliche abortion

I came across this bulletin; it's a little cheessy and a little dramatic but you get the idea. I was also reading in a medical journal seeing as I have to do my continuing education anyway. I read a story about a 14 week old baby that was delivered early and survived. This is far earlier than many partial birth abortions. I think it's time we re evaluate our definition of life. I understand that I'll probably never see a time when abortion is illegal in the world but I abhor you to at least reconsider partial birth abortions. Don't respond to this saying that a mother has a right to do what she wants with her body. It's a load of crap. What she does have a right to do, is make a choice about whether or not she's responsible enough to have sex. If you think you're responsible enough to have sex... especially unprotected sex, then you're responsible enough to bear a child and at the very least give it up for adoption. (I'm proof that the adoption system can work)

Body: Month One

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.



Month Two

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.



Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.



Month Four

Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.



Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?



Month Six


I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!




Month Seven


Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?



Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.