Baby Avery's cremation service

Eight months ago my boyfriend and I were blessed to find out we were going to start a family together. From that point on, both my boyfriend and I along with our families were excited and had begun planning even before announcing the news to our friends. Our plan was to share our secret to the world after our first trimester screening test to make sure everything was fine with our baby. Everything came back normal, so rest assured we told the world. I moved in with my boyfriend to San Diego from LA. We started to slowly build our lives together and get ready for this baby. By the time I was 22 weeks, we did our sonogram and the radiologist had difficulty getting a clear shot of the baby. We received an email from the OB/GYN doctor saying that they couldn't get a clear image of the baby's facial profile and heart, and that it wasn't an issue of concern and set another appointment for a sonogram. Unfortunately, the latest date that was available for a sonogram was two months later. I was also switching location of hospitals. My boyfriend and I thought it would be a routine sonogram. But that was the day our world fell apart. After the initial sonogram examination, the radiologist came back with a genetics doctor, a high risk doctor and a cardiologist. Our daughter was diagnosed with hypoplastic left heart syndrome. We were told that her heart could stop at any moment. The only thing we could do was to wait till it was safe to deliver her. I was torn and distraught. But I had faith. I did not give up on her even though the chances presented were slim. We stayed strong, kept our faith and prayed. We diligently attended all our medical appointments, ate right and rested. My emotions were like a roller coaster because one week I'd hear good news and another week where it's bad. By the 34th week, I noticed less movement. I went to the hospital every single day making sure my baby was still there. Things just worsened. The baby developed fluid inside her body which compressed her lungs, preventing it from maturing. We still couldn't deliver her right then and there because they needed her to be at least 37 weeks to perform surgery. They sent me home Saturday night and told me to rest until my appointment Tuesday morning. Her last movements were a kick on Sunday and a hiccup on Monday. My boyfriend and I went to our Tuesday appointment. As the doctor conducted the ultrasound there were no longer traces of heartbeat. We are now scheduled to be induced and deliver my lifeless baby. It's painful and traumatizing for us since she was our first baby. I lost her before I got to even hold, hug and kiss her as I imagined and longed for everyday. Our family is deciding to cremate her and also have a service so we could have a priest send our daughter to heaven. Anything from a penny to a dollar would help with the money we have now to give our daughter a decent farewell.