I've spent many a day, many a year mourning the loss of our babies. As I read the following story, I had a revelation ... it could have been me who died. I bled myself unconscious on at least two occasions, but God spared me. Not the baby.
Here's a story about a mom who tried protecting her baby, but didn't live to tell about it. When grieving, it is SO hard to find something to feel grateful about, but try this one on: it could have been you who died. Even if you can't say "thank you, God," I bet your husband can.
Miracle baby who survived tornado gets nickname
