Yesterday I was watching a marathon of "Untold Stories from the E.R." with my mom. These are true tales, reenacted and with commentary from doctors, nurses, and family members.
One memorable case was the 7-months pregnant woman brought in by her husband. She was in horrible pain. The doctor suspected an aortic tear -- a fear that was confirmed. The woman was in danger of bleeding to death unless they transferred her immediately to a hospital equipped to do the surgery she needed.
Through the whole thing, the woman was pleading, "No matter what, SAVE MY BABY!"
She wasn't indifferent to whether she herself lived or died; she just wanted to make it abundantly clear that the baby was to be the first priority, and that her own life was to be the secondary concern. Promising to do everything he could to save her baby, the E.R. doctor rode along in the ambulance -- just in case the woman died and the only hope for the baby was a post-mortem c-section.
Watching this reenactment, hearing the commentary of the doctors involved, I couldn't help but be struck by the contrast between this drama and the drama that played out weekly at George Tiller's late term abortion mill -- where the very first step Dr. Tiller took was a lethal injection to make absolutely sure that no matter what, the baby wouldn't survive. Where the mothers' greatest fear wasn't that their babies would die, but that their babies might live.
The woman featured in "Untold Stories" survived and even thrived, as did her baby. A happy ending that left many of the doctors involved misty-eyed as they spoke about it.
You have to wonder what happened to the portion of American people who have gotten to the point where those doctors would have seemed just as noble -- perhaps even more so -- had they been striving to make sure that the baby didn't survive. And had they stuck the woman in a motel room with her mom because it's cheaper that way.