Today we are sharing tragic story Naomi Anselmo. What happens to the child of this lady is really heart breaking. Her child, probably a boy, had a chromosomal abnormality. This abnormality prevented her child from growing fully. Life of this little angel ended in 20-week of his development. Naomi was only left to deliver dead body of her child. I can also imagine the pain of this tragic incident.
I salute the courage of this lady as she online shares her story along with a picture of her child’s remains, to help women who have gone through same kind of situation. Read below what she shared.
“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.”
“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.”
What made me cry was these lines:
“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.”
We may not always be able to make sense of the bad things that happen in this world. Down here on earth, we have such a limited view.
And that’s where faith comes in. Faith that our Heavenly Father above us can see a much bigger picture than we can. He sees our pain and suffering, and has plans for us. He can and will use everything for a greater purpose. We just need to hold on to our faith, and trust in He who can do all things.”