March for Life was happening when I originally doodled this comic, but computer issues made it impossible to post it. Better late than never, right?
March for Life, for those of you who don’t know, is a peaceful pro-life protest of the Roe vs. Wade decision, which was made by the Supreme Court on January 22, 1973. Since 1974, hundreds of thousands of people march in Washington DC and all across America every year against this decision. You can find more about it on their website here: March for Life.
This year it was particularly meaningful for me because my first baby was born in June last year.
It’s funny, because many pro-choice people tell you that the fetus is just a lump of cells and that it doesn’t matter until after it’s born. But, that’s not true. I first saw her on the ultrasound at ten weeks doing front flips when she was just a tiny little bean. I first felt her move inside of me at seventeen weeks. It felt like someone was tickling me in the inside. I joked that she was going to be delightful and very funny. Inside my womb, she always was a kicker and I often joked that she was going to become a black belt, just like her father. She always was quiet and still in the morning, and then during night she would suddenly become active again. She would jump around at the sound of our voices, but she would grow quiet when I touched my growing belly. She grew quiet when I sang to her as well.
When she was finally born, it was no surprise to me that she kicked and stood and did everything she could with her legs. There was even a point in which she would try to use her toes instead of the fingers in her hands. She just loved her feet so much. It was no surprise to me that she loved to sleep in the morning and was most active at night — a trait which, at nine-months-old, she still unfortunately possesses. She is quite an active girl and loves to move around, especially when we talk to her, but she’ll grow quiet in your arms when you hold her. And, when she was a newborn and upset at the crazy world that surrounded her, she would calm down instantly when I sang to her.
No, there weren’t many things that surprised me when I finally met her. She did not magically turn into a different person once I gave birth to her. I knew her, even before I met her, and meeting her finally was more like meeting someone that you’ve always have known, yet never have seen. The only thing that really surprised me about her was her face.
I never imagined how beautiful it would be.