We are so sad that Anna miscarried our baby boy at around 1:00 am Thursday. We baptised him Anthony Francis. He was so small, yet so perfect. So sad. Anna expressed her sorrow, which I share, that we will never get to know him--we'll never learn his temperment, see his beautiful eyes, or teach him how to read.
There was a great element of suffering that went on tonight. Not only Anna's physical pains, but our child who we saw alive and moving about on Tuesday, went through a great trauma. Anthony had his own little passion of the cross as he suffered as the blood clot contaminated his safe environment. His little body was so perfect, you could see his little bones and arteries through his glossy skin. You could even tell that he shared facial features with our other kids. (click here to see a picture if you so desire)
We know that he has gone straight to God. And we know that he can remain present to us because God created Anthony with a unique and everlasting soul. In some ways we are to envy his situation: our souls were all created to be with God, this child got to skip a grade and go straight to heaven.
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