We were ushered out of the room and into the perinatologist’s office who confirmed what the other lady had told us. She called it Trisomy 13.
I had been praying to St. Gianna Molla since finding out I was pregnant and had thought that if it was a girl we should call her Gianna.
Gianna was born on Friday night and lived for forty-five minutes. Her short life was spent in baptismal innocence, basking in her family's love. Please pray for her grieving family.