As far as most people are concerned–whether you’re in the pro-life or pro-choice arena–miscarriage and abortion are distinctly different.
However, pro-abortion writer Danielle Campoamor is on a mission to convince America that the two are actually the same thing. In a disturbing article published by Romper and later tweeted by Planned Parenthood, Campoamor says “there is no difference”:
“There is a common misconception that the mom who miscarries is a very different person than the woman who aborts, but I’m here to say there is no difference. I am both of those women. I have had five pregnancies, one live birth, three miscarriages, and one abortion. In the eyes of those looking to curtail reproductive rights, I’m therefore one part family values, three parts deserving of pity, and one part going to hell for what I’ve done.”
While I’ll agree that condemnation is not the correct way to approach a woman who has had an abortion, I must note that to say “there is no difference” is blatant ignorance.
“There is a common misconception that the mom who miscarries is a very different person than the woman who aborts, but I’m here to say there is no difference. I am both of those women.” –@DCampoamor https://t.co/si6ejCrgrL pic.twitter.com/mKFfxpwbrm
— Planned Parenthood (@PPact) December 8, 2017
Miscarriage is your body’s rejection of a fetus that results in the ending of a life, while abortion is a willful choice to end that life.
Would we dare compare the death of a woman who was taken by cancer to a woman who was murdered by her husband? Saying there’s no difference?
Absolutely not–because the idea is ludicrous. Yet it seems when referencing life inside the womb, people are more apt to draw parallels that we wouldn’t dare make in regard to the rest of humanity.
Campoamor even goes as far as to call the two “sisters”:
“Miscarriage and abortion are sisters. Just like my body knew what to do when an abnormal embryo implanted itself in my uterus, my mind knew what to do when a healthy embryo found its way to the soft lining of my uterine wall back when I was 23 years old, in an unhealthy relationship, living paycheck-to-paycheck, unwilling and unable to be a mother. They haven’t always synced up, my body and my mind, but even separately they’ve known what to do at different times in my life. I do not regret my decision to have an abortion.”
In the midst of coping with her third miscarriage, Campoamor continued to explain that having her own son only confirmed that her abortion was the right choice:
“When I held my son for the very first time, knowing he was a choice I had made, my belief that abortion had been the right decision years earlier only grew stronger. Here he was, a by-product of my mind and my body finally being on the same page; the end result of me being financially, emotionally, physically, and mentally ready to become a mother. But we, as a culture, have difficulty acknowledging these complexities and accepting a woman’s inalienable right to make her own choices.”
Interesting. Well may I pose that we, as a culture, have failed to acknowledge the ‘complexities’ of human development and what actually constitutes life–as well as the nature of these two VERY different forms of child loss.
The ‘pro-choice’ industry would LOVE us to believe that abortion is removing a “clump of cells,” but mothers like Felicia Cash who suffered a miscarriage would beg to differ–and she has garnered quite the opposite perspective of Campoamor after her own experience.
Through the heartbreak and devastation, the mother of five was amazed by how developed her son was at just 14 weeks and six days old. He was just as much of a human being then as anyone else:
“He is perfectly and wonderfully formed, right down to his amazing tiny toes and fingers. Even his fingernails are formed and visible. Tiny veins that carried his own blood to his precious body can be seen through his delicate skin, even his wonderfully formed muscles are visible. At less than half gestation he is very obviously human, not a cluster of cells, not a lump of tissue, not a blob of unformed flesh. He is a beautiful child, formed by God, and now gone to be with Him.”
As if opening up about the loss of her son gone too soon wasn’t painful enough, Felicia posted photos of her son to show his complete and perfect humanness.
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“His tiny heart was beating within 16 days of conception, pumping his own blood. That is usually before anyone knows that they are pregnant. There seems to be a misconception that unless you can hear or see it, it isn’t happening, but that tiny heart is beating, even if it is too small to hear or see.”
His life mattered. It still matters, and this beautiful, grieving mama hopes that sharing her son’s life will lead other expectant mothers to think twice about abortion.
“I know that many women feel that they have no other choice, and later they regret their decision to have an abortion,” she told Live Action News.
To contrast how differently a miscarriage experience stacks up to the abortion procedure, perhaps one formerly pro-life medical student can shed light on this perspective best:
“When I entered the operating room, it felt like any other I had ever been in. On the table in front of me, I saw a woman, legs up as if delivering a child although she was asleep. Next to her was a tray of instruments for the abortion and a vacuum machine for suctioning the fetal tissues from the uterus. The doctors put on their gowns and masks and the procedure began. The cervix was held open with a crude metal instrument and a large transparent tube was stuck inside of the woman. Within a matter of seconds, the machine’s motor was engaged and blood, tissue, and tiny organs were pulled out of their environment into a filter. A minute later, the vacuum choked to a halt. The tube was removed, and stuck to the end was a small body and a head attached haphazardly to it, what was formed of the neck snapped. The ribs had formed with a thin skin covering them, the eyes had formed, and the inner organs had begun to function. The tiny heart of the fetus, obviously a little boy, had just stopped — forever. The vacuum filter was opened, and the tiny arms and legs that had been torn off of the fetus were accounted for. The fingers and toes had the beginnings of their nails on them. The doctors, proud of their work, reassembled the body to show me. Tears welled up in my eyes as they removed the baby boy from the table and shoved his body into a container for disposal.”
Since this abortion was performed by suction, this baby, too, must have been no older than 13 to 14 weeks, but still developed enough that his humanity was strikingly clear.
“I have not been able to think of anything since yesterday at 10:30 besides what that baby boy might have been,” continued the med student. “I don’t think that people realize what an abortion actually is until they see it happen. I have been tortured by these images – so real and so vivid – for two days now…and I was just a spectator.
Never again will I be pro-choice, and never again will I support the murder of any human being, no matter their stage in life.”
Though they are raw and painful, I pray these are the images that remain seared in our brains when organizations like Planned Parenthood attempt to downplay the heinous act that is abortion by likening it to miscarriage.
If miscarriage and abortion are sisters, then death-by-heart-attack and death-by-suicide-bomber are brothers. And I’m not buying it.
