Sugar and Spice & Everything Nice

by: Charis (written on 9-7-10)

Well…it turns out that I was wrong - little Shiloh Mercy Johnson was not a boy, but genetic testing revealed that she was a little girl! She had Trisomy 8, which is a chromosomal disorder that gave her 47 chromosomes instead of 46. Doctors like to say that complete Trisomy 8 makes a baby “incompatible with life,” but I think she was just “more compatible with heaven” than this yucky old broken world.

I really love this poem I found. I think it pretty accurately portrays a parent's heart toward the baby they never got to meet or hold, but loved with all their hearts.

“Nobody Knew You” by Jan Crosby

Nobody knew you…
“Sorry about the miscarriage dear, but you couldn’t have been very far along.”
….existed.

Nobody knew you…
“It’s not as though you lost an actual person.”
….were real.

Nobody knew you…
“Well it probably wasn’t a viable fetus. It’s all for the best.”
…were perfect.

Nobody knew you…
“You can always have another!”
…were unique.

Nobody knew you…
“You already have a beautiful child. Be happy!”
…were loved for yourself.

Nobody knew you…but us.
And we will always remember
…You.