How could this happen?

Yesterday in Christian Worldview  we watched a pro-life video by a man speaking on refuting common assertions and arguments made against pro-lifers and how to intelligently refute them.  It was immensely interesting.  Part of it also contained video footage of actual abortions.  We all knew what we were going to view and I didn't think it would be that bad and I have a high tolerance to medical things anyway. But I was not prepared for what I would see next. I only glanced up at the screen four times, before leaving. Most of the class looked away; one girl went outside to cry.  Emily and I left the room. I was pale and shaking, I could feel shock setting in.  We went into the bathroom, Emily threw up and I just bent over the sink and let the water run over my arms and tried not to hurl. It took about two hours to feel normal again, the images of disfigured babies and the reality of many souls robbed of life turned my stomach to rot.  Emily finally started talking after minutes of silence and gaping.
"You know that feeling when you feel like life is a cartoon? I feel like that right now. I mean, is this even real?"
"Yeah." I said, "I don't understand why those doctors don't run screaming out of the room seconds into surgery."
"I...I saw so much of myself in those babies. This is horrible."
"I've never seen anything so--real in all of my life. Those were real people--"
"Yeah so let's just toss 'em in the trash? Who DOES that?!"

So when I got home I still felt incredibly disturbed. I found out mom went to the emergency room while I was at school because she had a scary migraine that took away her peripheral vision. But honestly, I could not even feel concerned in the least bit. I really thought I was incapable of producing any more emotions. So I took a nap, woke up still nauseous and got in the car and visited her at the hospital.  The clinic was so ominous of the video and it didn't help things that I passed a pregnant lady in the hall. Whenever a baby was born in the hospital they played a simple line from Brahms' Lullaby through the speakers.

If they played music every time a baby was aborted in the United States, that speaker would ring indefinitely.