The last thing she saw was the baby’s perfectly formed backbone.

“…and then the uterus was empty, totally empty.”

If you think abortion is no big deal, that it is just a medical procedure, that the fetus doesn’t feel pain, that there is no real impact on human life, read an excerpt from Abby Johnson’s book. Read the whole first chapter. Buy the book.

A tiny hand grips the surgeon's hand during fetal surgery.

I find it emblematic that the last defiant part of the baby to stand up to the abortionist’s tool was its backbone. The baby struggled against the invader, lost the struggle, but even in death the backbone, symbolic of one’s resolve and determination not to submit, held out as long as it could.

Life has already overcome in the victory of Christ. That baby’s backbone, and the tens of millions of other tiny, defiant backbones, will eventually win out in the temporal order. It’s just a matter of when the collective conscience of this nation will wake up and cast aside the inhumanity of abortion like we finally did slavery.



3 thoughts on “The last thing she saw was the baby’s perfectly formed backbone.

  1. Adam Fischer says:

    Where did you find that picture? It seems eerily similar to a scene from an episode of House on Fox.

    1. Tom Crowe says:

      did a Google image search for something like “baby, finger, surgery, grip” … I recalled a picture of a baby reaching out of the mother’s womb and gripping the doctor’s finger, which seemed to fit the post, so I went looking for it.

  2. Mik says:

    I read the excerpt at LifeNews. I felt sick to my stomach. I’ve been in the pro-life movement since high school and heard the stories, seen the pictures, etc… but this first person account hit me hard. In fact, what hits me harder as I think about what Abby described is that countless medical professionals witness this very same scene every day. Doctors and nurses regularly watch tiny bodies get pulled apart and disposed of as so much waste. Yet, they are unmoved by an infant in pain and fighting for its life. They chat, listen to music and even crack jokes while the baby struggles. What sort of people are they? What sort of people are WE? God have mercy on us all.

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