No Less a Baby

No less a baby 

No less a baby because his life ended at 10 weeks.

No less a baby because he stopped growing at 8. 

No less a baby because he wasn't where he should've been to thrive. 

No less a baby because he died. 

No less a baby because all of his organs were still forming. 

No less a baby because he never cried or drew in breath of earth. 

He was no less of a baby.

No more of a baby just because he was wanted. 

No more of a baby just because we dreamed of him. 

No more of a baby just because we had plans. 

No more of a baby just because we prayed for him. 

My sweet little Gideon's body might not have been done maturing, but his soul was already alive and well. I have no doubts that when I reach that Beautiful City he will be waiting, fully formed, handsome, and so happy. I have no doubts that he sees Jesus already and that he is at perfect peace. 

We've encountered so many that since our loss of Gideon has been so loving and apologetic. They have never said he wasn't worth the tears. They've referred to him as Gideon, because he was. 

But there have others who have told me that I committed murder. That I chose abortion. That I chose my life over his. Read a book. Read articles. We may disagree politically and that is our right. But please quit using ectopic pregnancies as a reason for it. Medically speaking, I've done my research. Abortion and ectopic pregnancy surgery are two completely different procedures. My ectopic surgery was necessary - he wasn't a sacrifice made on an altar of convenience or worry.