Posted by: littlebitofparadise | October 15, 2014

Remembering Our Babies


Today is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day. a day set aside every year to remember babies who have died and the families who miss them.

I’ve written in past years about the baby we lost and my grieving process. Wish I could tell you it gets less painful with time. It gets – different – but not really easier. The weight and the longing and the loving of a child will always be a part of a mother’s heart.

This year I had so many dear friends lose children to miscarriage, and even one to infant death. One loss in particular hit me very hard. My friend Sarah lost her first baby just a day after sweet Isabelle was born. I remember reading the news on Facebook and literally dropping my smartphone in shock. How could such a thing happen? It was totally unexpected and unimaginable. I curled up in a fetal position on my family room couch the night of Isabelle’s death and wept my heart dry for Sarah and Matt. There are no words.

And whether we’ve lost a baby on the day she was born or when she was the size of a mustard seed in her mother’s tummy, each loss is the worst sorrow a heart could ever handle.

This past Sunday, Isaiah chapter 25 was read aloud in every Roman Catholic Church around the world.

It’s a passage I’ve heard and read many times, but this past Sunday as I sat in the pew with thoughts of all those who’ve lost a baby this year, I heard  God’s Word with a new heart and a new mind. Take a minute and read this:

“O LORD, thou art my God; I will exalt thee, I will praise thy name; for thou hast done wonderful things, plans formed of old, faithful and sure. For thou hast made the city a heap, the fortified city a ruin; the palace of aliens is a city no more, it will never be rebuilt. Therefore strong peoples will glorify thee; cities of ruthless nations will fear thee. For thou hast been a stronghold to the poor, a stronghold to the needy in his distress, a shelter from the storm and a shade from the heat; for the blast of the ruthless is like a storm against a wall, like heat in a dry place. Thou dost subdue the noise of the aliens; as heat by the shade of a cloud, so the song of the ruthless is stilled. On this mountain the LORD of hosts will make for all peoples a feast of fat things, a feast of wine on the lees, of fat things full of marrow, of wine on the lees well refined. And he will destroy on this mountain the covering that is cast over all peoples, the veil that is spread over all nations. He will swallow up death for ever, and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from all faces, and the reproach of his people he will take away from all the earth; for the LORD has spoken. It will be said on that day, ‘Lo, this is our God; we have waited for him, that he might save us. This is the LORD; we have waited for him; let us be glad and rejoice in his salvation.’ For the hand of the LORD will rest on this mountain…”

Fellow parents who’ve lost a child, what Isaiah spoke about God’s Mountain – His eternal Kingdom – is real. And when this tired, tragic world ends, I trust and believe with all of my being that we will see them – these pure, perfect little souls – and we will worship the King together with them forever on His holy mountain.


Today I’ll be holding all of you who’ve lost children in my heart, keeping all of you in my prayers.




  1. I am so sorry for the loss of your precious babies. You are all in my thoughts and prayers. Hugs! XO

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