Sunday, November 23, 2014

Finding Comfort in the Name Heidi


After deciding to name our daughter, Heidi, I completely forgot about the dream that inspired it. We just knew that would be her name and even called her that while I was still pregnant. However, we kept the name quiet and whenever anyone would ask, I would just say we weren't totally sure. And it was true. There was a slight chance she could be born and one of us hate the name Heidi for whatever reason and then we would figure out a different name.

Once Heidi was born and then taken from my room to get ready for life flight, I sat all alone in my room crying hysterically. I'm not even kidding about my tears or sobs--they were completely out of control. Like extreme tears. My nurse did not know what to do with me and she asked for a different nurse to come in and try to calm me down. The other nurse was much more compassionate but I was still a crying basket case. I think the pain of having her gone reminded me too much of a complete nightmare several years before. Plus at this point, I had no idea if she was even going to live. I only knew that she was born at 1337, code blue was called in my room, and she had to be life flighted. I didn't understand why she couldn't stay in the hospital I was in (it is a large hospital!). I didn't get why she had to be transported by the helicopter instead of an ambulance. All of these thoughts kept rolling around in my brain and I was sure it was extremely serious. I was so afraid that we were going to loose Heidi.

I just kept begging over and over to be allowed to be with Heidi. But I was bleeding much heavier than is normal and was not allowed to go up to be with her before life flight. Eventually I got a large shot in my leg and an extra bag of pitocin through my iv--both of these helped slow the amount of blood enough that I was able to leave the delivery room. And then I was finally able to see Heidi for a very short time frame before she left on the helicopter.

However, while I was sitting alone in the delivery room, crying hysterically, out of no where I randomly remember why we decided on the name Heidi. I am sure it was not random or coincidence but rather a tender mercy from Heavenly Father. I know the Holy Ghost helped me remember. (See John 14:26--it says that the Holy Ghost will bring all things to our rembrance. The word "all" is absolutely inclusive! It is not all things but this or that. No. The Holy Ghost helps us remember everything.)

Casey and I were messaging back and forth some. (He wasn't sure what was going on entirely and was talking with the life flight team and just watching everything in shock. Once Heidi was situated in NICU, we messaged/ face timed practically constantly while he was with her and I was still in the other hospital.) After this thought of my whiteboard dream, I instantly grabbed my phone and sent Casey a message with probably a million exclamation points behind his name. I told him I remembered why we chose the name Heidi--it was from my dream of teaching a little girl her name. I held to that thought dearly and it gave me the hope that Heidi would live. I didn't understand the timing or what was happening but I clang to that comfort of how we chose her name; I was going to teach my toddler her name. She had to live through this ordeal because I was going to teach her "Heidi" on a whiteboard.

I felt so very grateful and blessed to have such a sweet and much needed comfort at that time. Choosing a name is not something that I thought would have so much of impact on me. But it did. And I am so grateful for Miss Heidi!



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