Religious issues

This post goes back to the last presidential election. So much energy went into discussing abortion and the question: when does life begin? What frustrates me is that people think they can make someone else's decision for them. That is judgement right there. And we are not the judge here. Also, I find it so interesting that many of the religious women I know that have had a miscarriage have a different view on abortion and when life begins. I do too thanks to my work. Really, when sperm meets egg, there is just a number of cells. And even though those cells divide, and maybe form a beautiful embryo, we don't see a pregnancy from every beautiful embryo. Why would God allow life to just pass through the body undetected if it was so sacred? I don't think life begins at that point. But then, is it when we see a heart beat? Some embryos never have a heart beat, but will remain for weeks, cells dividing. Are they still alive? We stop those pregnancies, either with medicine or tools. But that's not considered stopping life as life wasn't seen to begin with. So when does life begin?
I did some searching through the Bible, and I still don't have any answers. I can't find anything that specifically delves into ending a pregnancy, only that God makes a third of all pregnancies end in the first trimester and then another number of them end after that. Again, if life is so sacred, why would he command that?
In all my reading and searching, I came across an article posted by The Christian Left, a page I have liked on Facebook that I actually really enjoy (because it is possible to be a Christian and be Liberal).
Thoughts on when Life Begins Article
I don't necessarily completely agree with the entire article, but the oppinion of the author is that life truly begins at first breath (and the biblical references are quite compelling). Is this reasoning then how so many other cultures can handle the loss of a baby? Like our neighbors, who are Thai and Vietnamese. I learned that they don't dare have a baby shower until the child is at least one month old. Because in reality you never know, even after birth, if the child will survive. And that's just accepted in their culture. And they just move on, which is still something we've decided we're not doing because it's too much like forgetting.
Now in relation to Korbin dying, I suddenly needed to know that he at least breathed. Because then maybe he really was alive. I mean, he was alive to us. But, from what we were told, he wasn't able to breathe, only his heart had been beating at his birth. I needed more. So I put in a request for all of the records relating to his care at Swedish from his time of birth until his time of death.
Swedish was so prompt it shocked me. I received his records in only three days. Now, records like these are very hard to stomach. They are not written for the grieving person as they are so matter of fact. But I read through them until I found it: yes, he was born breathing, and with a beating heart, but it was his heart in the end that began to fail, which is why his body stopped receiving enough oxygen which is why they wanted to intubate but couldn't and tried so many shots of epinephrine. I had so wanted to blame the doctor overseeing his care, but they tried, they really did try. He just came too soon.
But in all this, he breathed on his own at first. Thank God. At least my baby was truly alive and with a soul. A selfish thought for sure. But I had to know, I needed that relief. I obsessed over it until I finally made that medical records request.
It's strange the things I find comfort in. My religious questions are still not fully answered, and yet, just from the information I recieved on Korbin, that doesn't matter to me so much any more. It's enough to know that he was born healthy and beautiful, and that everyone present did the absolute most that they could to keep him alive. And I am thankful for their hard work because with them he stood a chance.
I got a lotta love to give.