Fetal Life Has Value, Yes — But Not Equal to the Woman Carrying It
Perhaps my title here strikes you as harsh and the subtitle as mere hyperbole.
But they are neither.
And if you think about it logically, you’ll know that I’m right. A brief story will illustrate the point.
My wife and I have two daughters, both of whom are adults now.
Neither pregnancy was easy (and anyone who says a pregnancy was easy is probably a man), but the first one was especially stressful.
Throughout the first two trimesters, my wife had breakthrough bleeding.
She also, at one point, had a kidney stone.
Then her labor lasted around 14 hours, our daughter resisting birth for as long as possible before a C-section became the best available option.
During most of that time, my wife experienced a piercing headache from the epidural, making whatever numbing effect it was intended to have seem pretty worthless by comparison.
Finally, though, our daughter was born.
When I saw her for the first time, I was overcome with the most profound full-body joy I had ever, to that point, experienced.
