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There’s so much to say about the days and hours leading up to my son’s arrival (and a birth story is in the works). But the one thing that keeps coming to mind every time I cradle him in my arms, nuzzle him close to my chest, or smell that intoxicating newborn scent is I’m so glad that you are here.
[insert a million different worries here]
I walked out of the bathroom and into my husband’s arms. His reaction was perfect.
It took me weeks to really accept the news. I didn’t want to get too attached or too excited. I had to protect my heart from being hurt again… Yet in those weeks of waiting to hear my son’s heartbeat for the first time, God was working on my heart.
Now, as I hold my son against my heart, I can’t imagine life without him. Where there was once fear and worry, all I can think about now is how grateful I am that he is here.
I will never know why we lost our baby last December. I will never understand why that had to happen. But as I hold my beautiful baby boy I realize that I wouldn’t have him if we hadn’t suffered that loss first. God said “let there be life” and here he is!
How We Chose His Name
The name Simon, on the other hand, sort of took me by surprise. My brother-in-law, Matthew, was visiting us in August and one night we were going through a name book that had some of the most ridiculous sounding names in it. We were laughing at the thought of naming our child something strange like “Queezimus” and then Matthew started going through the S names and said “Simon”. “Actually that’s not a bad name,” he said before moving on down the list. Something about that name caught my attention, so I googled the meaning:
Simon: Hebrew origin. God has heard.
Well played, Holy Spirit 🙂
I’m grateful for the many prayers for me and Simon during my pregnancy and all of the prayers that covered us during the 12 hours of labor. I’ll share Simon’s birth story later this week, but I gotta say God’s hand was definitely all over the labor and delivery process!
St. Simon and St. Jude, pray for us!
❤❤❤❤❤❤❤!