I baptize you in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen

Alfredo Ramos Martinez But as with everything in Maria’s life, nothing ever seemed to go as planned and on an early Sunday morning, just as a cock crowed, she awoke to strange goings on down below. She had pains that rolled over her in great waves and she felt again as if she were wetting the bed.
She managed to sit on the edge of her bed and thought about calling out to the old woman. She waited and the contractions came again. She gave birth to a little, half-sized Rosario. Her little precious one was dead.
She bundled the babe up in a sheet and climbed back into bed. She remembered what the priest said about babies born and dying before baptism, that even someone who was not a priest could baptize a baby, so she did. She wetted her fingers with her saliva and made a little sign of the cross on Rosario’s forehead. “I baptize you in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.”
She looked at every inch of her baby. She was beautiful with tiny hands and fingers and toes. She looked as if she was asleep and Maria didn’t even feel like crying. The baby had been baptized and now wouldn’t be stuck in Limbo. Maria had been baptized, too, so they’d both meet up in heaven. She couldn’t wait. Maria's Trail