Baby Names

Everybody thought that our sweet little baby was going to be a boy. We did the “needle” test several times which all indicated a boy. A co-worker felt very strongly that this baby was a boy. So, in the spirit of our baby being a boy, I write this post.

A friend of mine in such unfortunate circumstances found out her baby was no longer alive the same day that we did. What are the chances? This is actually her second miscarriage in the past three months. The first time she had a miscarriage, she bought a book called “What Was Lost” which is a Christian book about moving through the losses associated with a miscarriage that only those of us who have experienced a miscarriage would understand. She was so sad to learn of what happened with our baby because she has been praying for us for years to have a little baby.

She ended up mailing me her copy of the book with the sweetest note inside. One of the chapters is about remembering your baby. Wade and I actually had already done one of these things. It may sound strange to people who have never lost a bay in-utero, but those of you who have will understand. It doesn’t matter how small your child is, you are still a Mommy and a Daddy and you still have wonderful hopes and dreams for your baby. You wonder if the baby will be good at sports like Daddy with his beautiful blue eyes, or be stubborn as a mule, covered in freckles and fearlessly driven like Mommy. As Christians we believe our baby had a soul and a purpose on the earth.  Our baby was not a mistake or an accident of nature.  Our baby was our child who lived and died being loved, safe and protected.  One of the suggestions is to name your baby.

The other night as I was crying with Wade I looked at him, and asked him would it be ok if we named our baby. He said of course. My grandmother who I love dearly believed she had a guardian angel over her shoulder helping her to navigate through life and various medical tests and procedures she had to undergo. Her angel’s name was “Andrew”. Wade and I decided to name our baby Andrew because everyone was certain this was a boy and because now we have a special angel in heaven watching out for us like Grandma did.

I did have a dream when I was 18 that was so vivid and real (I do have these on occasion where people who are important to me tell me things – call me weird if you must – but God does speak to people in dreams – remember Daniel). In this dream my Grandmother told me that I would have a child when the time was right and she would tell me the name for the child. I believe this was that child, and his name is Andrew.