If I may ask a tactless question, would you rather you had been aborted and thus never born, or would you rather have led the life you've led, in care and then adopted? Or is this perhaps an irrelevant question, since you seem to regard yourself as more fortunate than most adoptees? I hope I haven't offended you.
There's no offence or tactlessness in your post at all; we may not agree but I'm more than happy to talk.
In my case I was taken into care at a very young age. My siblings (all thirteen of them) were also taken into care within the first 18/24 months of their lives. We've all led incredibly different lives, we've all had different experiences, different families and different outcomes.
For me, growing up the way I did meant I've never had any roots. I've never felt as though I belonged to or with anyone. I've never had the unquestionable belief that all very young children need - and deserve - that the world revolves around them. I've never been the apple of someone's eye. I've no idea when I walked, when I talked, what I weighed, any details of my first few years of life. I moved house and changed school 7 times in my first 10 years. I experienced sexual and physical abuse in two of those homes, my self esteem when I finally went to live with my adoptive family was nonexistent and, to be quite blunt, had I been adopted elsewhere I suspect I'd probably have taken my own life at some point.
I would never wish my life away. I'm incredibly fortunate to live the privileged life I do. But women like my birth mother who continue to have baby after baby with no ability to nurture or love them, with nothing to offer them but an uncertain future, then yes, they'd be better to have a termination. I'd far rather stand by a woman's side as she chose a termination than stand by a woman's side as she chose to give her child up to a system that cannot guarantee any quality of life for the child.
Three of my siblings have gone down the same path as our birth mother and had ten-plus children of their own. All of them have had frequent social services intervention, all of them struggle. All of their children are in and out of care, are living replicas of our childhoods.
Two other siblings have ended up in prison on and off for their entire adult lives. They simply don't function in society; they've no idea how.
Another one has moved to the absolute ends of the earth to get away.
The last one, and this is the one that hurts my heart most, took his life as a very young teen. He told me when we met once that he'd never felt as though he belonged, that he was never meant to be anywhere. His words resonated because they described with pointed accuracy the feelings I'd had my whole life long.
When you count - from one single family - the damage, hurt and emotional distress and absolute life-changing conditions we all grew up with, and when you factor in that only two of us out of the fourteen have grown up to have 'nice' middle class, happy, normal (as much as possible) lives tasing our own middle-class, happy, normal children, it proves to me that abortion still has it's place in our society.