- I needed to cry to that. I needed a moment to feel the ache of losing our baby. And
- hurting like this reminds me that I really am Pro-Life.
My husband and I have always been pro-life Catholics. My high school led the March for Life in 2001, and I participated in the March all 4 years of high school. Both of us have been part of various pro-life efforts in our parishes and dioceses throughout our lives. We’ve never doubted that a human life is sacred and worth protecting “from the moment of conception to natural death.” It just makes sense.
When we found out that we were pregnant with Alexandria we knew she was a baby human, no doubt. But I think that as the pregnancy continued, it became more and more obvious that this was a little person who would make her “humanity” known to me especially by lodging her foot in my rib cage or punching the heck out of my stomach.
This time it was different. I only carried the baby we lost for 7 weeks. But just because that child hadn’t yet formed 10 fingers and 10 toes, didn’t make him any less human. From the moment this baby was conceived there was a human being with a soul… a child of God worth loving and protecting.
“A person’s a person no matter how small.”
And that is why this hurts. We lost our child. This was not a blob of tissue or a “potential” human being. This was our child, and if we didn’t believe that this was a person then I don’t think we would feel the ache the way that we do.
I’m not grieving that we lost what maybe could have eventually turned into a baby. That anyone would dare to say that’s the reason why mothers who have experienced miscarriage are mourning is , quite frankly, insulting.
In a way, I’m grateful for this ache. It hurts because we lost a child, a person with a soul. But that also means that I have the great hope of meeting him someday, which brings me joy and peace.
Pray for us, Little Saint. We look forward to meeting you someday!