This from the latest print issue of the National Review:

Sometimes, abortions go wrong, and the baby survives. (What a sickening sentence.) That is what happened in England recently. Jodie Percival became pregnant with her third child, and, along with her fiancé, decided to have an abortion. Her first child had died of kidney disease, and her second child is now afflicted with such disease. “I was on the pill when I became pregnant,” Ms. Percival said. “Deciding to terminate at eight weeks was just utterly horrible, but I couldn’t cope with the anguish of losing another baby.” So she had the abortion - or thought she had. She felt a fluttering in her stomach, and went to have a scan. “I couldn’t believe it,” she said. “This was the baby I thought I’d terminated. [Such a clinical word.] At first I was angry that this was happening to us, that the procedure had failed. I wrote to the hospital, I couldn’t believe that they had let me down like this. They wrote back and apologized and said it was very rare.” In the end, baby Finley was born, and he is expected to lead a normal life. Yes, sometimes abortions go “wrong.”

She couldn’t cope with the anguish of losing another baby? And so decided to kill the one in her womb. From pregnancy.org, the baby at eight weeks:

At any rate, thank God that the baby survived. But how terrible it must be when as a child (or young adult) such children learn that their parents tried to kill them when they were most helpless and defenseless?