Birthday Celebration in Heaven Today
December 29, 1999, will be a day I will never forget. It was the day I gave birth to my second child, Gabrielle Renee.
It was a beautiful, but scary day. We had known since August that she had a fatal condition called Anencephaly. My dr. wanted me to end the pregnancy. He saw no need to carry the baby when she had no chance of surviving. Her brain and skull did not form. There was no surgery or procedures which could save her.
Tim and I stressed to him that we felt we had no right to end her life. What if the doctors were wrong? What if God chose to heal her?
As it turned out, God didn't chose to heal her, but He did give us 14 1/2 special hours with her. Her neonatalogist thought she may only life an hour. She surprised us all. She was able to be fed 3 times. She was alert, but quiet. The only time she made a sound is when the nurse was giving her a bath. We all laughed about that. My parents were there to share in the special time too. That meant the world to me!
I got to thinking last night (which made me very upset) that I wish she could be here to eat birthday cake and eat out like my other kids get to do on their birthdays. I do ask God questions this time of year, but I know He had a plan for all of us. Psalm 139:13-16 came to mind to both Tim and I the morning Gabrielle died. It tells that God formed Gabrielle the way He wanted her to be and he had her, in this case, her hours counted.
Although I miss my girl who would be 11 today, I am counting my blessings. God has blessed me with 3 other children. He also gave me a husband who has stuck by me through all these years.
Happy Birthday sweet Gabrielle :)
It was a beautiful, but scary day. We had known since August that she had a fatal condition called Anencephaly. My dr. wanted me to end the pregnancy. He saw no need to carry the baby when she had no chance of surviving. Her brain and skull did not form. There was no surgery or procedures which could save her.
Tim and I stressed to him that we felt we had no right to end her life. What if the doctors were wrong? What if God chose to heal her?
As it turned out, God didn't chose to heal her, but He did give us 14 1/2 special hours with her. Her neonatalogist thought she may only life an hour. She surprised us all. She was able to be fed 3 times. She was alert, but quiet. The only time she made a sound is when the nurse was giving her a bath. We all laughed about that. My parents were there to share in the special time too. That meant the world to me!
I got to thinking last night (which made me very upset) that I wish she could be here to eat birthday cake and eat out like my other kids get to do on their birthdays. I do ask God questions this time of year, but I know He had a plan for all of us. Psalm 139:13-16 came to mind to both Tim and I the morning Gabrielle died. It tells that God formed Gabrielle the way He wanted her to be and he had her, in this case, her hours counted.
Although I miss my girl who would be 11 today, I am counting my blessings. God has blessed me with 3 other children. He also gave me a husband who has stuck by me through all these years.
Happy Birthday sweet Gabrielle :)
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