The name

We named the baby.

When I brought it up to my husband I thought he might be reluctant or think it was weird. He was awesome. I should have known. He loves me, and he knows he isn't dealing with the miscarriage in the same way that I am, so even if he thought it was weird I think he still would have said okay. In some strange way I think he's glad, though. Maybe he's just got a good poker face, but I think he likes the name and that he's happy that the baby isn't "it" anymore.

I searched for a website with Unisex names and was looking through them when I hit one name in particular. I'm not sure what it was about the name, but when I saw it and thought about it, it brought tears to my eyes. I knew it was the name. I brought the list to my husband and let him look it over for a minute before asking him what he thought of the name that I had liked. Without any hesitation he said he liked it too. It's not a name we had considered for our first baby, and it's not what we would have named this baby if it had survived, but somehow it's right and it fits.

And thus, baby number two has a name.