In Memory of Our Precious Baby

In Memory of Our Precious Baby
by Rebecca Prewett

She was our sixth baby. We aren't really sure about her sex, but her Oma--who has always been right before--insisted from the very beginning that she was a girl.

Her life was all too short.

We never cradled her in our arms...never touched her soft baby skin...never kissed her...never rocked and sang to her...never snuggled her next to us...never whispered her name. And yet she captured our hearts completely and, in her brief little life, brought us tremendous joy.

She left us with sorrow and countless unanswerable questions. What would she have looked like? Would she have had dark skin like her oldest brother? reddish-tinged hair like her sister? freckles sprinkled across her cute little nose? blue eyes? brown eyes? Would she have been quiet and shy? boisterous and gregarious? What sort of person would she have grown up to be? Why was her life so fleeting?

It was a blessed privilege to carry her in my womb for fourteen weeks. I will treasure what memories I have. I will never forget the last day she was alive, when I dared dream of holding her in my arms...nor will I ever forget the beautiful sound of her heartbeat.

We miss her.

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