Saying Goodbye : (

On the Saturday after Thanksgiving, at 9 weeks pregnant, we said goodbye to our baby in the womb. I had my third miscarriage - the first being after #4, the second was after #5 and this third one was after #7. No matter how experienced I become at having miscarriages, they just don't get any easier!
The baby was tiny - only a little over an inch from head to rump, but every little finger and every little toe was perfectly formed. His face, too, had two little eyes, a little nose and mouth. We had a private ceremony and buried him in a little silver heart shaped box. It was a cold, rainy day and it seemed fitting for the occasion.
I have always been pro-life, but now that I've seen my baby, who had only been forming in the womb for 7 weeks, no one can tell me that he was not a child -- that he was "just a fetus" or "just a lump of tissue". He was a baby. He was MY baby. He was my son - and we named him Sean Emanuel, which means God is gracious/God is with us. He truly is!