Do you remember the movie; “Heaven is For Real?” Well, I read the book before the movie came out and a particular part has always stuck with me. The little boy told his mom, that he met his siblings in heaven and they were sad because they had no names.
I was in the middle of the third miscarriage and I laid awake one night and thought, I never named my babies. I had three unnamed babies and they were hurting. Was I supposed to name the babies? What would their names be? Should I tell Andre? I didn’t know if they were girls or boys, so how would I know what to name them?
Even after my 8th miscarriage, I always thought the same thing. I have 8 unnamed babies in Heaven. I think of them often. I think what my life would be like, had I had never lost them.
I know my babies are looking down on me and my family, and I know they are smiling. They helped to get me to my miracle.
I will meet my other babies in Heaven one day. I will name them then, when I can see them and hold them.