A few days ago, I saw this question asked in my Facebook group. And I get it, I asked it many times myself. It’s one of the most heartbreaking questions a mother can ask — whispered through tears in the middle of the night or cried out loud in the sterile quiet of a hospital room:
“Why would God do this to my baby?”
Whether you’re navigating a diagnosis, a disability, a loss, or just the aching fear that something isn’t right, the weight of this question can feel unbearable.
Let’s be clear about one thing: this was never God’s plan.
God didn’t create children to suffer. He didn’t form them in the womb with the intention of them facing hardship or heartbreak. The original design — the one God lovingly crafted in Eden — was perfect. Whole. Without pain. Without sickness. Without death.
“God saw all that He had made, and it was very good.” – Genesis 1:31
So what happened?
Sin entered the world.
Not your sin. Not your baby’s. But the kind of sin that fractured the perfection of creation. That ripple of brokenness has touched every generation since. It’s why we see disease, death, disabilities, and difficulties. It’s why our babies aren’t always born into the world the way we hoped or prayed.
But here’s the good news: God didn’t leave us in the brokenness.
He gave us His Son, Jesus — the bridge between this hurting world and the hope of Heaven. And until that day comes when all things are made new, God gives us gifts that sustain us here:
• His peace, even in the deepest sorrow.
• His Holy Spirit, to guide us as we raise our children, no matter what path that looks like.
• His discernment, to know how to advocate, nurture, and love.
• His invitation, to bring every worry, every tear, every question to Him.
When we surrender our pain to God, we are not promised ease — but we are promised His presence. And that’s everything.
One day, for those who trust in Him and turn their hearts toward Him, restoration will come. These broken bodies — ours and our babies’ — will be fully restored to the perfect design He intended. No more diagnoses. No more delays. No more pain.
Until then, mama, it’s okay to grieve. To question. To cry.
But know this:
God didn’t do this to your baby. But He will walk with you through it, every single step of the way.
And one day — oh, one day — every tear will be wiped away, and everything broken will be made whole again. Isn’t that promise worth trusting in?
