This.  Is Pearl.

Pearl was born on September 6, fifteen weeks and four days early.  She weighed one pound and nine ounces.  Her story is one of  s t r e n g t h.  Little Pearl lived to be three days old. This is her story:

I do not know all of the exact details or dates but when my aunt Lisa was pregnant with Pearl, things were very unstable.  It reached the point where Lisa had to be on bed rest in the hospital.  Can you imagine being on bed rest in an unfamiliar hospital room, laying there every moment of everyday for weeks and weeks?  As I visited Lisa I would wonder how she did it.  I do not think I could handle being trapped with nothing to do and yet each time I walked into that hospital room I was greeted with a smile.  When asked how she survived the countless hours in bed, Lisa would reply with cheeriness in her voice that she "would do anything for the baby."  

"Would do anything" is right.  I watched and listened as both Lisa, and her husband spoke at their daughters funeral service.  They gave a message of hope and healing but still, I can not imagine having to speak at a funeral of a loved one so close. 

Though Pearl is not alive here on this Earth, I know that she is alive and well in Heaven, the most glorious place of all.  In her heavenly home she is not only out of pain, but she is in the most perfect care of our Savior and Father in Heaven.