Recently a healthy young woman went to see her doctor for a prenatal checkup on her baby girl. She had named her Madison.
Then she went to an abortion clinic to end her daughter's life.
Four days later, this mom died from complications related to that abortion.
That child went from being wanted -- a beloved girl named Madison -- to being terminated -- one more slaughtered baby in our culture of death.
Why? They found out Madison had fetal anomalies.
Hearing that news as a parent is hard. If you have not experienced the shock of such a diagnosis in your child, then it is difficult to describe how truly horrifying it is. All the bright imaginations about what a little boy or little girl will be like are suddenly colored in very dark shades. The worst fears about the future and worst prejudices about disability make it difficult to think clearly or rationally, especially in the first days and weeks.
The evil whispers about how unfair it is become louder and bolder.
As my wife and I talked this over, she summed up our early days with disability really well: "I thought my life was over. It wasn't true."
Did anyone say that to Madison's mother?
An Industry of Deception
I have lost track of the number of parents who received a prenatal diagnosis of disability who said the medical professionals began the process of scheduling an abortion. In that moment of their own shock and hurt, these parents had to defend their child against the very people who are supposed to care for them.
An entire industry is rising up to detect genetic anomalies much earlier in pregnancies. And they aren't doing it to improve the care of those unborn babies.
[Read the rest of the article at Desiring God.]