I usually try to avoid political stuff on my blog, but I can’t ignore this. I can’t ignore the whimpers about the Planned Parenthood videos.

I say “whimpers” because that’s all that it is, whimpering, when it should be screaming from the rooftops about this kind of practice.

Can I tell you guys a story?

Two and a half years ago, a boy and a girl found out they were pregnant. They wanted kids—they wanted at least four kids. And seventeen weeks later, the girl called the boy from the hospital, sobbing and barely coherent because they hadn’t been able to find that seventeen-week-old little one’s heartbeat.

And when that tiny little seventeen-week-old baby was stillborn, it didn’t look like a blob of tissue. Matthew Isaiah Titus looked like a baby. He had all his fingers, all of his toes, a tiny stubby little nose, the rounded nubs of ears, tiny blue eyes. He looked like a miniature baby.

Did you know that they allow abortions past 17 weeks? They allow those “blobs” to be torn apart.

And now they say they’re selling them for spare parts, as if they’re an old used up car from a junkyard.

And all I can do is cry.

I can’t watch those videos. I can’t even see little tiny premature babies without breaking down and sobbing. My heart still aches for my little tiny baby Matty, who was born way too early and never had the chance to know my love. His daddy’s love.

And all I can think when I hear of people lying about blobs of tissue is “how dare they. How dare they lie and reduce someone like my son to a blob. How dare they take away his humanity.” Because I could see the humanity in Matthew. He had my stubby nose, even at such a young age. And you’d better believe those little tiny toes were long and thick-jointed, just like his daddy’s.

He looked like us, and these sick people who want to tear about babies like him want us to believe that they’re not human yet.

And they’re wrong. Take out everything that this topic brings Ito mind—politics, ethics, morality—throw it all out. And let me tell you from personal experience that I know—I know—that these people who try to reduce our children to mere blobs of tissue are wrong. My son was not a blob, and no matter how unwanted or inconvenient all those other babies were, they were not blobs either.