She was pregnant. How absolutely wonderful, this news.
Placenta Previa. How unwonderful.
All the blood lost. All the money they didn’t have, spent on hospital visits and medications. All the anxiety. All the prayers.
All the love.
Five months and 3 weeks. Mother and son fought to survive.
But God must’ve had a bigger plan. And her son wanted what’s best. For her to carry on.
He was born, almost 6 months, alive for a few minutes, then passed on from this world. He was baptized, named Prince, buried, and went straight to heaven.
Her heart was broken. Still is breaking. Happiness is still a little too far to see.
But in her sorrow, I hope she finds the strength to live a lovely life still. Because this point on, she will always have an Angel Baby…
My cousin lost her baby boy last Sept. 3rd. He was born, almost 6 months, alive for a few minutes, then passed on from this world. He was baptized, named Prince, and buried also the same day he was born. Please pray for him, my cousin, my aunt, and cousin-in-law. It was a difficult pregnancy, but God had other plans. May Our Lady hold them in her arms.
(R.I.P. Prince Sara, my dearest nephew…)