Here is her post
She rather elegantly put into words some of how I feel about the little ones I have lost through miscarriage. In some ways it is easier for me to have her say what is on my heart because it is so difficult to say it myself.
We named our last miscarried little girl Mary Guadalupe. She was due on the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe. From the beginning she was an answer to our prayers. My sweet dear girls had prayed especially to Our Lady of Guadalupe asking for a new sibling. It was no coincidence this was her due date, she was meant to be forever tied to that title of Our Blessed Mother. I have experienced no greater sorrow than I did at her loss and the loss of the others I have miscarried and yet I rejoice at her entrance into heaven. I relish her intercessions. I know she is watching over our family. I know she is praying for our adoption and somehow watching over a little one who is a world away from us right now.
More than that I know she is praying for our country and for an end to abortion. I feel she is right there with the Protectress of the Unborn, praying for this holocaust to stop. I feel privileged to unite my pain to that. I have, and am, offering up my moments of sadness and grief for all those who have no one to mourn their loss here on earth.