Someone called it a "sisterhood of sorrow." I'm part of that sisterhood, too. Today, I remember.
My name is Candi, and in June 2000, my beautiful daughter was born 7 weeks prematurely. I praise God for her health and well-being every day. Her five siblings all went to heaven before we could meet them. In the last three years, I've lost my uterus and ovaries to surgeries, so I won't get to use the other baby names I picked out. I know that when I get to Heaven, my five children will be there with Jesus waiting to meet me, and I'll find out what Jesus named them.