Mom's Amazing Pregnancy Post Brought Everyone to Tears

Faith is something you believe in, even without proof. It is something that gives you confidence or trust in something but no greater power should overpower your love for God. Faith can be tested in so many ways, especially when bad things happen. Motherhood is such a difficult period of a woman's life and losing a child at any age can be devastating. All it takes is to see that heartbeat throbbing at the first sonogram and you'll feel the love. Such loss will definitely test you one way or another.

And that is why I think you would be moved by this post by Naomi Anselmo. She was expecting a baby boy but later on learned from doctors in the hospital that the baby experienced chromosomal abnormality which prevents him to make it full term. Imagine the pain and anguish she felt when she found out that his 20-week life just ended leaving her this as remembrance. Read the post below.

“I've gone back and forth for the past week or so about whether I wanted to post this. The courage I've seen in my friends to share difficult stories and to open themselves up to the fury of Facebook friends and strangers alike has been emboldening.

In light (or in the shadow) of the most recently released PP video and corresponding hashtag, I think it's time.

This is a picture of my ‪#‎AnotherBoy‬ . 20 weeks old - though the chromosomal abnormality that took his life also prevented him from growing larger than a 15 week old baby.

For the past two months, I've felt the pain - emotional and physical - of having lost him. When I went to the hospital to deliver him, I was assigned two nurses whose only job that evening was to care for me: the one single grieving mother in Labor & Delivery.

I was put at the end of the hall so my heart wouldn't be burdened by the cries of the other loudly living babies. When it was time for him to be born, the doctor didn't dare pull him out as she normally might have. She held out her hands to catch him gently.

The nurses carried him gently; washed him gently; wrapped him gently; were careful not to tear his fragile skin or bend his tiny fingers - not because they were handling a viable commodity, but because they were preparing a small Anselmo for burial, and not a fingernail was to be disturbed.

He had died days earlier, and yet everyone knew: this little person deserves honor, even though he is past the point of feeling or being aware of his own treatment.

To such as this stunted little covenant child who most likely had mental retardation - to such as him belongs the kingdom of heaven.

His value didn't come from the fact that he was wanted, or that he would have been brought home to a warm home, loving family, full fridge, and given a rich education and adequate medical care.

His value came from the image he bore: of the God who took time out of His busy schedule of whisking up typhoons and composing "Indian Bullfrog Symphony no. 7,954,638,067 in G Major" to say "hang on, I've just gotta make another one. This one will be short, yet beautiful: I think I'll leave off a chromosome this time."