![148/365: Wildflower [Story Time] | by Rei_Of_Sun](http://live.staticflickr.com/65535/54552864331_893f171093.jpg)
Rei_Of_Sun
148/365: Wildflower [Story Time]
I love using photos to tell a story.
This is a very real story.
(TW: Child loss)
------------------------------------
Back in May 2022, a dear friend of mine received the news that her unborn daughter had anencephaly, a condition that caused the brain and skull to not fully form, and was incapable for life. The option of aborting her baby was pressed upon her by doctors and nurses, as they believed that she would most likely die in the womb. But my friend and her husband decided they wanted to keep her, no matter what, for as long as they could.
Her name was Abigail.
Fast forward to October of 2022, Kevin and I are rushing to the hospital after JUST getting back from our UK trip. Little Abigail was on her way. My friend ended up carrying her to full term, and she was about to enter the world, alive and oh so dearly loved. We ran to the check in desk and gave my friend's name to the receptionist.
"Oh wow, this girl has a village."
She chuckled. "You have no idea."
Abigail was born very soon after we arrived. Soon the hospital room was flooded with friends and family. Everyone knew Abigail's story. We all knew her name. After our pastor dedicated her and a prayer was said over her and her family, we sang happy birthday. It was like a victory cry.
Eventually we were all ushered out of the room to give the family sometime alone with their precious one.
A few hours passed and our phones buzzed with a message saying that Abigail passed peacefully into the arms of Jesus. There was victory still, even in the many tears. She was healed, just in a way we didn't expect.
Through out her pregnancy, my friend compared Abigail to a wildflower. Resplendent, worth nurturing, protecting and cherishing.
In a field of roses, she is a wildflower.
------------------------------------
It was anencephaly awareness day earlier this month and I wanted to make sure I dedicated something to her while continuing this project.
Because I want her name to be remembered.
148/365: Wildflower [Story Time]
I love using photos to tell a story.
This is a very real story.
(TW: Child loss)
------------------------------------
Back in May 2022, a dear friend of mine received the news that her unborn daughter had anencephaly, a condition that caused the brain and skull to not fully form, and was incapable for life. The option of aborting her baby was pressed upon her by doctors and nurses, as they believed that she would most likely die in the womb. But my friend and her husband decided they wanted to keep her, no matter what, for as long as they could.
Her name was Abigail.
Fast forward to October of 2022, Kevin and I are rushing to the hospital after JUST getting back from our UK trip. Little Abigail was on her way. My friend ended up carrying her to full term, and she was about to enter the world, alive and oh so dearly loved. We ran to the check in desk and gave my friend's name to the receptionist.
"Oh wow, this girl has a village."
She chuckled. "You have no idea."
Abigail was born very soon after we arrived. Soon the hospital room was flooded with friends and family. Everyone knew Abigail's story. We all knew her name. After our pastor dedicated her and a prayer was said over her and her family, we sang happy birthday. It was like a victory cry.
Eventually we were all ushered out of the room to give the family sometime alone with their precious one.
A few hours passed and our phones buzzed with a message saying that Abigail passed peacefully into the arms of Jesus. There was victory still, even in the many tears. She was healed, just in a way we didn't expect.
Through out her pregnancy, my friend compared Abigail to a wildflower. Resplendent, worth nurturing, protecting and cherishing.
In a field of roses, she is a wildflower.
------------------------------------
It was anencephaly awareness day earlier this month and I wanted to make sure I dedicated something to her while continuing this project.
Because I want her name to be remembered.