But sitting in the ER six days ago, as the words "You have an ectopic pregnancy, do you know what that is?" rushed through my ears, I didn't care if we named our child after a wildflower or a crustacean.
I want our baby to be safe.
And he is - just not where I want him. He's not snuggled in my belly, pushing aside my organs to make space. Instead, there's blood in those spaces, and they've cut me open to salvage what's left. They've taken our baby and he's ... gone. Safe in God's hands, but out of ours.
We approached the name conversation hesitantly, scared of shooting each other down in our vulnerability. But we found we had unknowingly chosen the same name - one that we had never even discussed before.
When it came down to it, the name itself didn't really matter. But if Naming is claiming one as our own, then what a joy to name our little William Michael.
Rest with God, our little one. We'll snuggle you in heaven.