(Note: We decided to call her Baby Pooh when we were deciding the best name for her. It's Pooh (as in Winnie the Pooh), not Poo. I call Hans "Hansie Pooh", and he calls me "Shinta Pooh", so it only makes sense to call our baby "Baby Pooh". Does these names remind you of the 3 bears in Goldilocks? =P)

Baby Pooh,

When we first heard about you, we were hopeful. When we were told you were going to be ours, we were overjoyed. We couldn't stop talking about you. We counted the months till we would have you in our arms. We imagined how it would feel like to have a family time in the evenings together. We just simply couldn't contain our excitement. We were in love with you already. We even had a name ready for you! Your dad started making plans for the nursery! =)

August 23rd would have been the best day of our lives, but my love, it seems like it won't be. Your biological mom and grandmother decided that it would be better that you not be adopted by any stranger. So, they had you aborted. We were heartbroken. We felt that you were ours already, and now we had to say goodbye before we could even say hi.

Baby Pooh,
please know that we love you. We aren't your biological parents, but we love you as if you were our own. Most importantly, please know this. You biological parents made a mistake by doing something they shouldn't have, but God never makes a mistake, & He made you! You are not a mistake. You were created in God's image, & you are perfect in His eyes. You are with Him now...safe & sound...and one day, we'll see you in Heaven, finally! It will be a glorious meeting!!

Baby Pooh, you are our firstborn. You always will be. When God sees that it is time for us to have children, we will tell them about their older sister who is with Jesus. We love you, darling. You be good now =)

P.S Your godparents, Leigh & Mathias, love you too. They were so excited, & couldn't wait to spoil you! They even made plans to come to Denmark so they could see you! You are loved that much, hunny!

The Aborted Baby: The Crying Fetus
by Patricia Joan Polhans

I saw Jesus holding 'thin his hands
An aborted baby, killed by man.
She'd done nothing to deserve this fate
Though, in his hands she silently waits

As those came seeking out her young life,
Standing there, all dressed in tainted white.
Whether to live or die was not her choice.
She was never giv'n and alt'ring voice.

She pleaded for her life but no one heard
The screaming cries as her heart was stirred.
Now, she lay lifeless 'thin the Master's hands
This was ne'er his will, and ne'er His plans.

It brought sharp tears to the Father's eyes
For she 'as a special gift, child of Christ.
Many questions had filled her wee thoughts.
Struggling to live, many answers she sought.

What had she done and what did mom fear,
From a little child that God called dear?
What problems mom had, she knew not of,
As she gazed through precious eyes of love.

Mom 'll never count small fingers 'n' toes,
Nor watch her as she quietly grows.
She'll never know the preciousness of
A child giving her a kiss of love.

What'd she done deserving this horrid fate?
An innocent child, yet, her life they'd take.
Hear her desperate cries! Hear her faint pleas!
"Mama! Mama! Oh, dear Mama, please!"

"I'll be a good girl, I won't ever cry.
I'll even do chores, just don't let me die!"
But only silence filled the Master's hands.
As the child lay lifeless, not breathing 'gain.

Now she'll never look in mother's eyes
As she sings to her sweet lullabyes.
She'll ne'er stroll in the park near her father
Or feel the loving arms of a mother.

Some called her nothing but a fetus
But, now, she lay in the hands of Jesus!
Why did she have to come to this fate?
No help for her now, it's just too late!