I have seen the word miracle thrown around a lot in regards to these babies.
Some women pray for a miracle their entire pregnancies, pray that God will somehow make their baby whole.
We've been told since the beginning by well-meaning people that ultrasounds don't know everything, that perhaps we'll find out it was wrong. (They just happened to not see a leg or an umbilical cord, somehow, in spite of these things routinely being sighted via u/s.) I suppose that would count as a miracle on its own.
I've seen Psalm 139:13 quoted quite a bit: For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I keep thinking "Hey, God, you dropped a few stitches."
I don't do well with predestination. I'm very much a God is hands-off sort of person, almost Deist in my belief that He set things in motion and then took a step back.
So I don't pray for the miracle of a whole child. Not that I resent or look down upon those who do.
I still pray for a miracle, though. I pray for the miracle of some time with my baby. Just a few minutes, God. Just enough time to tell Psalm-Angel I love him/her. Please.
Today's mental soundtrack: