When I was 11, my church showed graphic slides of aborted babies during mass. Those images were indelibly imprinted on my young, impressionable mind, and I've always been thankful for that. My mother was pro-life, so that's never been an issue between us, but even if it had been, I think that it was far more important for me to know the truth than potentially disagree with my mother.
Many young girls don't know the truth about abortion, and end up aborting their babies....only to wake up to the truth years later. Then they are tortured by what they've done for the rest of their lives. This particular child may have very well been spared that fate....thanks to her uncle.