My therapist suggested I give the baby a name. Even though we didn't know what we were having, she told me to follow my instinct and pick a name. It didn't take a lot of thought, I knew the baby was a girl, and I knew we would have given her a name that started with the letter A.
And so she was to be my Angelina. My Angel.
I never told anyone (even Aaron) about this task I had been assigned, or the name I had picked, but when I talk to her, I call her Angelina. It has helped my grieving process tremendously. And I hadn't ever planned to tell anyone....
Back in October, Casey posted a picture of one of the couture pieces from The R House Etsy Shop. I emailed the link to Aaron and asked him to buy me one of the necklaces for my birthday, and to surprise me with what it said.
It came in the mail last week, and I didn't even want to peak because I love surprises! I couldn't wait for my birthday so I could see which one of the pieces he had chosen!
Last night, I was very sad and missing my baby so much. Aaron and I had a wonderful, heartfelt talk about all we'd been through, and I told him that my therapist had recommended I give the baby a name. After giving it some thought, he asked me if we could call her Angel. My tears turned to sobs as I told him I had been calling her that all along, and then he asked me if he could give me my birthday present a few days early.
Of course. She's always been our Angel.