I just read a blog, and it moved me

It is crazy how much we all take life for granted. I spent the last hour reading a woman's blog. I do not know this woman, have never met her, have never spoken to her, and until this morning did not even know that she exists. I am a member of many grief support websites. Mostly for my own grief that I have experienced, but also for my sisters who have also lost babies. My and my middle sister have had miscarriages, I have had seven, she has had one. My youngest sister, has had to bury a baby. The pain of losing a child, regardless of age in gestation is real. From the moment we conceive we begin planning, nesting, imagining what life is going to be like with our little bundle of joy, and most of all, we begin loving our child. I find myself lucky that I had so many miscarriages in comparison to having to bury a child. I would rather go through the pain of not being able to hold them rather than getting to hold them, feel them, smell them, and then bury them. I was very moved by the woman's blog that I read. Although the doctors were pressuring her to terminate her pregnancy because her baby had anencephaly (which I had never heard of until today...is a condition that lacks the skull and brain.) She was told that her baby would not survive and they would not do anything to help her daughter. There was no hope for her, but she still had faith in God. She named her daughter Faith Hope, which I thought was absolutely beautiful. Even in a time where her faith in God could have been tested, she still stood firm in her beliefs. Her baby lived for over three months. The doctors said that she had no brain...but the mother posted many many many videos of her miracle angel, and that little girl cooed, she cried, she smiled...how could they say there was no brain? I think doctors really do not understand all that there is to know about the human body. How could they? They did not create it. God is gracious and God is good. God gave that beautiful little girl three months with her loving family. I was just so amazed at how strong the mother was that I had to write about it. It was a beautiful story. I was brought to tears a couple of times when reading the blog, but I could see in so many ways, just how much that baby was loved. Thank you very reading my blog, but mostly, thank you for letting me read yours. I am very moved by your faith in God.