My husband and I actually have 3 children but our middle child is a little angel. We lost him in July of 2007. I had carried him until I was 6 months pregnant. I went for a doctors visit and ended up in the hospital. Before the delivery was complete he had passed away. He never got to take his first breath. Why it happened , I dont know. The doctors could not figure out what went wrong. The only one who knows the reason is God and I know someday I will get to meet my little boy and hold him , but until then he is my little angel. One thing I will never forget was when we had the funeral for him. My daughter was 3 and I was crying. She grabbed my hand and told me “Mommy , dont cry. It is ok because I am still a big sister. I am a big sister to a angel.” When I think about my little angel I remember what my daughter said and I tell myself that I am still his mommy , I am the mommy of an angel.