Andrew Rane




Your body was cold and lifeless


Heavy with the reality of death,


Your skin was bruised and flawed with blisters


You are our Perfect Baby.



Your muscles were limp and much without tone


Your head misshaped all dark with cold,


Your body lifeless from head to toe


You are our Perfect Baby.



Your face was so peaceful, seemed full of joy


Your hands were crafted for music,


Your legs were made to run and jump


You are our Perfect Baby.



We can’t hear your laughter, we can’t hear your cries,


We can’t hear you speak words of love,


We can’t show our love in your times of joy or pain,


But still, you are our Perfect Baby.



We tried to deny it, but knew it was true,


So we shed the tears and felt the pain, 


But when we step back from ourselves and focused on God


We realized, God gave us our Perfect Baby.


                                                   By Brent and Sheenah Pedersen
                                                           Andrew Rane’s Parents

When does a baby’s life begin?p
We may never really know
I know the only life my baby had
was inside my womb
How can people be so callous
To kill that life inside
When I would give anything I own
To hold my son alive in my arms
To see his eyes open to look at me
Feel his fingers close around mine
His mouth feeding at my breast
And knowing I am giving him my best.
I did get to hold my little boy
But only when his heart had no beat
He was so little - but so perfect
God made him so complete
We always said he was God’s child
And we trusted Him to do His will
Our hearts trusting that would be
To fill our empty arms at last
But it was not to be this time
Our empty arms remain
But we have our memories to hold to
Of the perfect son he gave
Now I know my body can make a baby
That’s more than I knew before
When does Brent get to hold a life
That came from his own?
One with as much energy and joy
As he holds in his body?
How I long to do
What so many take for granted
Little ones seem to be
Everywhere I turn my eyes
Do people know what a miracle
Those little lives are?
I wish I could tell them all to treasure
Their little ones
Like I pray I will someday
Get to treasure my own.
-Sheenah Pedersen 


You, little Andrew, were inside me such a short time ago.
Kicking and squirming, but never too hard,
I loved to feel your movements and energy.
When I first saw the picture of you inside me,
I was in awe of the miracle God had given us,
I will treasure the pictures of you that day.
When you were born it was such and adventure
New things to experience - I am just so sorry
We did not get to enjoy the end result with you.
I got to hold you and keep you as long as I wanted,
I treasure every second - even though this morning
I was afraid of your empty shell lying in the bed next to ours.
Soon they will take you away from me and Brent
They will put you in a box and seal you inside,
Then we will not see you again in this life or place.
Then I am expected to say good-bye to you forever
As we put your little coffin in the cold dark earth,
And cover you forever - How can I say good-bye to you, Andrew?
Only the Lord can give us the peace we need to survive this ordeal.
He has been with you from the beginning - you are his child.
We had hoped to raise you to love Him, but He loved you too much
To even let you come to this cruel Earth.
-Sheenah Pedersen
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