I'll take your no answer to the genocide question that....it will be fine.
Just stop.
Are you seriously expecting a real answer to your hypothetical question - the one that you yourself called the subject of, an admittedly very unlikely scenario with almost no chance to occur?
There will not be a 3rd trimester abortion genocide, if they were to allow special circumstance late-term procedures in the case of a mother likely to die, or a severely underdeveloped fetus with little chance of survival or a life outside of a vegetative state, unless 'God' were to step in, and guide the baby by his hand to miraculous survival - anytime a deformed fetus defies the odds, and manages to pull through after months on a ventilator and feeding tube, to emerge victorious on the other side, as a vegetable with no physical ability and a severely retarded mental capacity, who need constant round the clock care for the rest of their painfully debilitating and soul crushing existence, and who goes to sleep praying in silence to that same 'God' for a prompt, fast and painless death, then you've
GOT to consider
THAT a miracle. No doubt about it. That's the hand of God at play.
If the otherwise perfectly healthy mother dies during this pregnancy or labor, so be it. It was worth it to bring a beautiful vegetable into this world, and the remaining family members will be overjoyed at the tradeoff of their wife and mother for the potato who will be their lifelong burden. Abortion wasn't even a consideration for them - they were setting aside healthcare funds for just this type of scenario, so they wouldn't have to worry about taxing an already overburdened social services and medical system for their little bundle of pre-existing conditions.
God works in mysterious ways. We cannot even attempt to understand these ways, only have faith that they are part of his plan for us, and our small role in the larger humanity that he created in only six short, furiously busy days, of inspired mistake-free brilliance.
There was no need to troubleshoot on the seventh day, so he rested on perfection, and partied his balls off with his down ass crew, and alas Sunday Fun-day was born. And the world, in all of it's wonder - full of the perfection that mirrors it's creator was our gift.
The More You Know...