Sample exchange: 

Lupo: If you think forcing an 11-year-old rape victim to give birth is OK, then you and I got nothing to talk about. 

Bernard: You got it backwards, man. The horrible thing is the rape, not the bringing of a life into the world!

Point
(according to the writers): Bernard. Seriously. Rape is bad and all,
but an 11-year-old child enduring pregnancy and life-threatening labor
to give birth to her own sibling is totally cause for celebration.

Lupo, to his credit, is unconvinced — until Bernard hauls out the big guns. His mother didn’t want to have him!
He was born two months premature, because she threw herself down a
flight of stairs in hopes of ending the pregnancy. There is no mention
of what drove his (poor, single) mother to such a desperate act — no
money for an abortion? Was Bernard born before Roe v. Wade? — or who
paid for the medical care such a premature baby requires, or how lucky
he was to grow up with no apparent complications, or how the hell his
mother got by in the years between her risking her own life because she
felt so ill-equipped to raise a child and his becoming a productive,
upstanding citizen. He lived, ergo, happy ending!

Lupo hangs his head in shame, imagining a world without Bernard. And the episode’s just getting started.

Over the course of the investigation and trial, we will learn the following:

—
As long as a man offers to "get three jobs" to pay for round-the-clock
healthcare, there is no reason on earth why a woman in her right mind
would consider terminating a pregnancy just because the fetus has been
diagnosed with a rare, devastating, potentially fatal illness.

—
The tide has turned! The majority of Americans are pro-life now! This
news comes from Executive A.D.A. Cutter (who, incidentally, believes
"an unborn child is a life and a soul.") Here are a few points
Rubirosa, representing the pro-choice viewpoint in this scene, might have made in response:
1) And yet abortion remains legal in New York, whereas murdering
doctors in church is not; 2) That’s based on a Gallup poll in which 51
percent of those surveyed self-identified as "pro-life," yet only 22
percent believed abortion should be illegal in all circumstances; 3)
What do you expect after 30 years of rhetoric and laws designed, as
Frances Kissling put it, "by anti-abortion advocates eager to play up
the public distrust of women, teens and poor people"? Here’s what
Rubirosa actually says in response: "Most Americans don’t live in New
York. I doubt we’ll draw an anti-choice jury here." Because everyone
knows that all 8 million people in New York City are godless liberals,
LOL! And that is so totally what a committed pro-choice woman would
point out!

— Big boss (and "L&O" moral center)
Jack McCoy’s "daughter was pro-choice until she taped a sonogram of
[his] grandchild-to-be on her refrigerator." Here is one salient point
Rubirosa, still representing the pro-choice viewpoint in this scene, might have made in response:
That’s nice, but about 60 percent of women who have abortions are
already mothers, so it turns out even having hard evidence that fetuses
sometimes turn into real, live babies doesn’t make every pregnancy a
wanted one! Here’s what Rubirosa actually does in response: Look
chagrined.

— Dr. Benning once (or was it only
once?) botched a late-term abortion, causing the woman to go into labor
and deliver a live baby. So, as any good abortion provider would, he
asked the accidental mother if he should "finish the job" and then
stabbed the live baby in the head with a pair of scissors. We learn
this from the nurse who attended the homicide, then subsequently left
the clinic and went to work in a neo-natal unit at a hospital,
symbolically converted to the pro-life cause. No one representing the
New York criminal justice system ever thinks to ask this nurse why she
didn’t, you know, report the murder she witnessed. The
important thing, obviously, is that the experience changed her heart.
(Also, may we remind you that this story is fiction, any resemblance,
blah blah blah? Because this is totally not meant to
viciously assault the memory of Dr. Tiller or confirm anti-choicers’
deranged fantasies about him or anything. The disclaimer was right there, people!)

— Speaking of which, when Dr. Hern Carhart
Something or Other, one of the only remaining late-term abortion
providers in totally fictional America, takes the stand, we get about
30 seconds on the reality of late-term abortion — only to set up the
big question from the killer’s lawyer: Be honest, doc, would you
perform an illegal abortion? The doctor loses it: "Even if the politicians bow to the hypocrites and fools, it won’t stop us!"
Then he twirls his mustache, leaps over the witness stand, and runs out
of the courtroom screaming, "You’ll never stop us! Not until all of
your precious babies are dead!" OK, maybe not all of that happened — my eyes were so sprained from rolling by that point, I couldn’t see clearly — but enough of it did.

—
It’s wrong to kill doctors and stuff, but the good news is, if an
abortion provider is murdered the day before a woman is scheduled to
have an abortion because the fetus was diagnosed with a rare and
potentially devastating illness, and you live in a country where there
are almost no late-term abortion providers to begin with? That baby
will get itself born and be so damned cute everyone will be
thrilled and see no point in even thinking about how ill he is, how
young he might die, how much care he’ll need, how that care will be
paid for, how his single mother will cope with being his constant
caregiver, how she’ll earn an income, or how her choice about her own
body and life was made irrelevant by a homicidal zealot. JUST LOOK AT
THE FACE! Oh, and if you’re a woman whose fetus is diagnosed with a
fatal disease and you don’t choose to terminate the pregancy?
Your baby will live for 21 hours and die painlessly in your arms, after
which you can mourn her death and "feel clean." Because that’s exactly
how it works when you don’t choose a dirty abortion: The child never
suffers, her life ends peacefully in less than a day, and everyone goes
home grieving but changed for the better. It is just that simple.

Except
for how none of it is anywhere near as simple as this episode makes it
out to be. Late-term abortion providers are not murderers by every
possible definition, removing any doubt about the morality of their
work. They do not operate outside the law or announce in court that
they believe they’re above it. Women forced to give birth do not just
magically find the will and resources to care for a child — in many
cases, another child — no matter how sweet a baby’s face is.
Lifelong pro-choicers are not often hit with the epiphany that golly,
fetuses can turn into babies, after which they can no longer
be sure where "[their] privacy ends and another being’s dignity begins"
— but you can bet that’s what happened to Rubirosa, just like McCoy’s
daughter. Babies born two months prematurely to poor women of color who
tried desperately to end their pregnancies do not automatically grow up
to be New York’s finest, and never you mind the in-between stuff. An
11-year-0ld rape victim’s pregnancy is not some unexpected yet joyful
miracle. And a woman who gets a terrible fetal diagnosis late in a
wanted pregnancy will not clearly be better off, emotionally,
physically or otherwise, if she gives birth.

But hey,
this story is fiction, after all. The writers had no obligation to
balance out the most egregious anti-choice propaganda with anything
resembling the reality of people who choose late-term abortion,
doctors who endure constant threats on their life to keep offering it,
or doctors who are murdered in cold blood because they dared to trust
women’s personal medical decisions. If you’re interested, though: These are their stories.