What would her name have been?  Would it have been Inga or Hilde?  Could she have been named Mary or Emily?  We will never know. We will call her "Baby."This tiny one, this little one with the unutterable look of peace on her fragile and perfect face, only eighteen weeks gestation, was excised from her mother's womb via hysterotomy.  She was photographed after death*, still within her amniotic sac, the placenta still attached.  Eighteen weeks old.  Her mother would just have felt the signs of quickening, the first tiny kicks showing the movement of the new being within.  "Baby" had been moving long before her brief eighteen weeks of existence, but the fluttering of her movements would not yet have been noticeable to her mother. Now, she was dead and a cover girl.  She would not have the glamorous life a L(Read Full Post)