I have had reason, through the losses of various close friends, to think again about my own miscarriage and try to understand my own thoughts and feelings about babies that are gone before they have come into our arms. I have a friend who had a miscarriage at the same time that I did. She tried to talk to me about what I believed about our babies, but I didn't quite know what to say. She is Catholic and I belong to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and our different faith made it difficult for me to know how to extend comfort to her. I still am unsure if a baby that dies before it is actually born is mine or not. The idea doesn't trouble me. What I know is that all of God's children are numbered. In the scriptures we are promised that not a hair of our heads will be lost. If that is true, then we can't possibly fear that a person will be lost. What I mean is that I'm sure that the children that are meant to be mine will come to me, because they are truly His. The pain in the loss of a miscarriage to me was in losing all the hopes and plans and dreams that start as soon as I knew I was expecting a baby. There is not pain for me in wondering what happens to those babies. For me it is enough to know that we are all in God's care and He knows what happens to those babies.
I believe that all children who are taken before the age of 8 return to God, the Father. He is ready to take them back into his arms by virtue of the innocence they come into the world with. Christ's atonement will take care of those children.
