Babies in heaven

I am a lousy blogger -- going 2 to 3 months between posts is just unacceptable. I lost my baby at 3 months on June 4th, and have not felt much like writing since.

It seems my miscarriage is not an isolated incident. In fact, I think the last live birth in my little circle is Gretchen, my brother's 2 1/2 year old daughter. In contrast, I can think of no less than 10 miscarriages, including mine, in my circle of family and friends in the last couple of years. I can only hazard to guess the cause of this phenomena; suffice it to say, I do not believe in coincidence. Something strange is going on.

My friend Mamie was telling me yesterday about a recent Time Magazine article about the importance of siblings. Mamie wrestles daily with a whiny 13 month old and it exhausts her. Even in the sleep deprivation, she announced with conviction that Two Children Is Not Enough. It is her mission, says her, to get pregnant, and ASAP. I have the same conviction but some significant road blocks. I am an infertility patient, which is an expensive, depressing, non-fatal condition.

I have a four year old next to me this morning that is asking quite aggressively for my attention. This, therefore, will be a short post, and it end with a plea for prayers from anyone who is so inclined. That live births outscore miscarraiges and stillbirths, that Mamie's 13 month old starts sleeping through the night, for peace for the miscarriage and stillbirth sufferers who will wait a good 50+ years before meeting these sweet, hidden children (especially for Katie, who buried a baby this week that died at 24 week gestation).

I am reminded of the song we used to sing in front of the abortion clinic in Champaign:

"Jesus loves the little children
All the children of the world
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in his sight
Jesus loves the little children of the world."