Being Pregnant..... A poem for a hurting family

Someone I care about lost their sweet baby at 33 weeks gestation. I haven't been able to wrap my mind around what happened, or what this beautiful family must be going through. All I can muster in my mind, is that sweet baby Nolan experienced his life of 33 weeks surrounded by love and joy. Although his life was much too short, I don't believe that there could be a better way to spend his 33 weeks than growing in his mommy's belly and feeling all the love poured on him from not just mommy, daddy, and his big brother, but their entire community of friends and family who loved little Nolan before they even met him. I have been praying like crazy for those who are hurting, and I hope healing comes soon. I wrote this poem because I never understood these things about pregnancy before 23 weeks ago when I found out I was expecting my own little guy, and I realize now how precious each little life is, no matter how small.

Being pregnant is giving yourself over completely

to a precious life who knows and feels only your heart.

Being pregnant is knowing that the little heartbeat in your womb

is everything that you hope for.

Being pregnant is letting your baby experience love

before ever knowing what love is.

Being pregnant is loving more profoundly,

for your baby feels every ounce of joy that love brings.

Being pregnant is knowing that you grow more than bones and skin

but a soul that develops on it's mother's and father's love.

Being pregnant is being vulnerable to the life that you carry

that holds a piece of your heart within it.
Being pregnant is not just carrying a baby who's heart influences just yours and your husband's,
but every person who loves that sweet, sweet life within you.