Since finding out we were pregnant with twins, I knew in my heart it was a boy and girl and we always knew we would name our next son Judah Charles and this little girl was to be named Glory. Asher has always been very involved with the pregnancy, he loves to go to the Dr. appointments with us especially if it's an ultrasound and as much as we've been there over the years, he is very familiar with the office and with "Dr. Cott" as he calls him. When I was pregnant with Isabella, he would go to almost every appointment with me and each time, he somehow snuck a toy block or two from the waiting room into his pocket and by the end of the pregnancy he had a nice little collection. We still have those blocks mixed in with our other ones! (Thanks NE OBGYN!) ;)
So, of course he was so excited when we told him there were two babies in mommy's tummy. One of his first responses was "I can't wait to see their little hands!" He has also been very vocal about what he thought the boy baby's name should be. For some reason, he got stuck on and loved the name "Jett"...where he heard it, I have no idea but when I would correct him and tell him the baby boy's name is Judah, he just wasn't ok with it. I tried to explain to him that just like Jesus helped us name him Asher, He also helped us name our new baby boy Judah. It didn't fly. I thought for sure Jesus could convince him...apparently not.
The day we found out we lost one of the babies, he wasn't with us. Thank God because I ended up crying then and there in the room....he is so sensitive to my emotions and I know he would never have forgotten it if he'd been there. So, knowing I would have to tell him, I asked the Lord for the words and thought I had a little time to think about how I would tell him, but shortly after we got home, Asher being Asher, asked right away what happened at the Dr... I was sitting on the floor with him so we were eye level and he was looking at me right in the face. My eyes started to tear up so I turned away quickly and told him we would talk about it later but, Asher being Asher again, insisted I tell him. I looked back at his little face and said "Asher, we found out today that one of the babies has already gone to heaven." His immediate response was, "So there is still one in your tummy!?" I love that he saw it that way right away. Isn't that how we should all always be? What child like faith, what sweet innocence and acknowledgment for what we do have.
That night I let him lay in bed with me for a little bit-- it's where some of our most sweetest, profound conversations have happened. He asked me if the baby that went to heaven was a boy or girl and I told him we didn't know yet. He asked if he prayed to Jesus to tell him, if I thought Jesus would. I told him we could pray and ask Jesus if he really wanted to know. So we did. Yesterday, when we went to our dr. appointment my sister Jacquelin stayed with the kids. She told me a story that makes my heart smile and I know was my sweet Jesus reminding me once again that He is in the midst of this. Asher told her that one of the babies in mommy's tummy went to heaven and that it was the boy, and his name was Jett. Of course, we found out at that dr.'s appointment that he was right.
One day, we will have another boy and his name will be Judah, but for the little boy we lost, I think it's pretty much been decided his name is Jett. He was named by his big brother Asher and a little help from his friend Jesus.
I have to say they did a pretty good job, turns out Jett is a Hebrew name (who knew!) for excellence, abundance, and riches. We always called these babies our double portion. They certainly are! God is so good- ALL the time!