I went to a funeral Mass for two babies who had died at 6? 7? months gestation. I don’t know if there had been the opportunity to baptize them before they passed, but at the end of the Mass (where the announcements usually go), the father gave a very inspiring address regarding how much the twins had accomplished in their lives and in their marriage— even without ever having been born.
I’m very sorry for your loss, and wish you much love as you work through your grief. But I really, really, reaaaaalllllllyyyyy don’t think that the Church would ever say, “Let’s have a funeral Mass for these babies, and let’s say nice things about them. Too bad they’re going to hell…”
Having said that—
One thing I did notice, after becoming a mom, was that God worked through my kids in order to better understand my relationship with my parents, and my relationship with him. In those first few days/weeks/months/years, they helped me grow tremendously, each in different ways, just a constant flow of “Ahhhhhh” moments. You get to participate in Creation in a very unique way— it’s not a constant thing, or even a regular thing, but there are moments where you get to experience things that are even more beyond— like Love of God, or Connectedness of Created Things, or whatever. And it’s kind of like a different level of “Ahhhhhhh” moment.
For me, I felt like someone was missing. But DH was absolutely adamant-- when I was pregnant with my last, he told me he’d divorce me if I ever got pregnant again. I tried three years of bullying him, and three years of sitting on the couch and letting God wave a magic stick and take care of it. Now, I’m trying three years of actually paying attention to the family that I have, and not treating them like a checklist.

But you better believe for a good part of those six years, I was frequently in tears, because I didn’t want a baby— I wanted a person to have the chance to exist, who had something to accomplish, and that God wanted them to exist, and I was telling him no. And then I was worried that God knew I was going to say no, and had already given my kid existence with some other family. And what if he hadn’t had a good life, or they didn’t love him, or they didn’t raise him right, or they let him die, or, or, or, or, or— and it would all be my fault…
Ahhhhh, moms get to go over the awfullest scenarios in our minds regarding our children. And we wish we could break the fourth wall and find out what’s going on in the big picture…
And we trust our little ones to God. Whether they grow to adulthood, or are still just children, or didn’t make it to birth, or whether we’re not sure if they’ve ever existed…
But you know your daughter existed, and you had time with her. I hope you learned what her existence was supposed to teach you, and I trust that she’s in a beautiful place surrounded by family and God’s love, and I wish you much affection and love for yourself.
