Meet Our New Baby
Posted on Facebook two years ago today, before a miscarriage. Just remembering…
Well, despite the surprise, my husband and I found just recently that we were thrilled to welcome a new member, a new child, into our family. The baby is too small for us to know if he is a he, or if she is a she yet, but we know that whomever that Little One is, it already is. We will know in time. I think “it” is a he.
We will also know in time what color his eyes are and if they are light like mine or are dark like my husband’s. We will know if he kicks at night or more in the day as some of the other siblings did. We will know which foods Mommy and Baby find agreeable and which ones they don’t in a matter of weeks.
All the other children are excited and skeptical of course too. They are drawing pictures, looking at images and trying to imagine what their new sibling is doing inside of Mommy. Its hard to imagine how small he is, but their love is not based on size or anything visual or tangible. It’s based on the simple fact that he is their little, very little, baby brother.
But this much I can know from scientific observations of our natural world.
He has grown 10 times in size since he first existed and began his biological development, the fastest the little child will ever grown in his life. He has made himself at home and is actively making sure that he will be able to eat and grow in his natural, but temporary, home where he will be able to continue growing in peace. Children need that.
He’s already formed an ectoderm where his skin, hair, eye lenses, internal and external ear linings, nose, sinuses, mouth, tooth enamel, pituitary glands, and all parts of his nervous system are forming daily. He’s formed a mesoderm where his muscles, bones, lymphatic tissue, spleen, blood cells, heart, lungs, reproductive and excretory systems are actively forming. He’s formed an endoderm where his lung lining, tongue, tonsils, urethra and associated glands, bladder and digestive tract are forming.
He’s already begun forming his nervous system and has already established and produced his very own blood cells that have begun to circulate in his little body. In less than a week his little heart will beat for the first time, and continue to do so for the rest of his life.
You see, we just found out he was even there a few days ago, but he’s been very busy growing and making himself at home anyway. As with all our children, we don’t know how long he will live, but as with all our children, he is loved unconditionally and…surprise or not…he is wanted. I alone will hold him for the next 8 months. His father is protecting us all, and keeping me safe so that I may keep him as safe as possible. Then, God-willing, I’ll have to share him with the rest of the family as they take over with me and teach him in the years to come about belonging to our family and to our world.
I think he’s pretty amazing. A mother can brag can she not?
Requiescat in pace little Trasancos. We miscarried three weeks later. Baby, you still make Mommy smile, and none of us ever forget you…for you lived with us and changed us forever.
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I am very sorry.
That twist at the end brought tears to my eyes, and I had to pray for you, your family, and little Baby Trasancos. God watch over you all, my friend.
Thanks Paul. Thanks Tony for the prayers. I found that when FB switched to the timeline. Can’t believe it’s been two years.
I lost my dear one at 9 weeks 19 years ago…I have healed so well that I have a hard time tapping in to those feelings from so long ago, but your post gave me a glimpse of that memory, thank you.
Everyone is different and Im not saying that everybody should have my same experience, but God chose to use that life in a very specific way. I now care for women and families during pregnancy loss & infant death. Baby Laura taught me what I needed to know to start caring for people, I build on it but it was her doing that began this. God bless you little one, Im glad you exist.
In nearly 30 years of service in the church I have made several trips to the cemetery with parents and very young siblings of a miscarried or stillborn child. Your article triggered a lot of poignant memories of trying to help the family understand what the Good Lord has to do with their pain at the moment. The observable impact for me was often grass stains on an alb as I was speaking with/consoling a little one reaching for even a small slice of understanding. While it may seem strange to say, these were some of my most treasured moments in ministry. Blessings upon Stacy, her husband and family.
Thank you so much Deacon Bill!
Straight to the heart.