It seems like just yesterday I was hugely pregnant and ready to meet my little one. It seems like just yesterday I was hopeful that God would grant us the miracle we had been praying fervently for over the previous nine months. It seems like just yesterday that I was holding my sweet little baby in my arms for the first time, and mere days later, for the last time.
I am thankful for the gift of our precious baby. I am honored that I got to carry her for 9 months and that I got to love her here on this earth for 6 days. I am grateful that I have a tiny saint in heaven who prays for me and my intentions whenever I ask. I am relieved that she only suffered for 6 days and didn't have to endure countless surgeries only to ultimately experience the same end.
I continue to trust God and his plan for her life. I continue to hope and believe that her short life served a huge purpose. And when I get to heaven, I expect that God will reveal it to me then. Until I can get back to her, I take comfort in knowing that my little Rebecca is spending the rest of eternity worshiping Jesus. And through God's grace and mercy, I'll be joining her one day!