I am a mother. My son, Vincent Michael, never took a breath of air. His spirit is well-alive, though.
“There is no heartbeat. I’m sorry”, says the doc. My heart broke. My husband’s eyes welled up and I knew, though in shock, that it was real.
I was 34 weeks along…this doesn’t happen, right? Our beautiful baby boy’s body was delivered 12 hours later with the help of my incredible midwife and the best L & D staff in the world. They treated us like family….we felt their love and compassion. Vincent was perfect. I remember what his forehead felt and smelled like when i kissed him—so sweet. During his short stay in my belly, Vincent saved us. He led his father, me, and my father to the Lord. We were all baptised in the Gulf of Mexico–little Vinnie warm in the womb. He wanted to make sure his parents and paw paw would hold him again one day. Though we don’t have any earthly answers why Vincent left us so soon (his chubby body, umbilical cord, and placenta were flawless), we are certain that our Lord gives, and takes away, according to His great plan. The clouds will fade, the sun will shine again. It takes a little time and a lot of Jesus to heal. Victory.