I promise He heard your prayers. He just doesn't answer them the way we want Him to sometimes.

I lost my first baby in September at 8 weeks old. It was awful. The worst thing I have ever gone through. It was slow, and my doctors didn't know if it was a miscarriage right away. I prayed and fought so hard for that little baby, but he/she still passed. I take comfort in knowing that the first person my baby saw was Jesus. Of course, I cry all of the time wishing it was me. But it is so comforting to think my baby will never face any pain or discomfort. And one day, I will die too, and I will run through Heaven to find my baby. The same is true for you and yours. Here if you ever need to talk. 🤍