Shortly after we found out we were pregnant, we came up with names that we liked for either a boy or a girl. I'm not going to share those because we will probably end up using them on the next child and don't want our names to be stolen. Long ago, we decided that we wanted our kids to have unique names that are easy to spell. We didn't want them to be Sarah #3 or have to add their last initial to their name (Chris G). Along with that, we wanted the middle name to be a family name. My middle name is my Great-grandma's name and Chris's middle name is his dad's name.
So when we were given the news about this little boy, our whole naming scheme changed. We didn't care how unique it was, as long as it had a solid meaning behind it. We still felt that using a family middle name was important though.
Shortly after we first talked about donating organs, I was looking up name meanings and came across Noah. It means "rest, peace". We had been filled with such a peace after we had had that conversation that it seemed to fit more than any other name we'd seen. Since then, those two words have popped up everywhere! I've had people use them in emails to me, it's shown up in my Bible Study and just in general conversation. God was clearly telling us that this is the name for this little boy.
We were never planning on using Chris's first name as a middle, since we'd already used his middle on Carver. We were going to look to our grandparents names and pick one from there. But again, things changed. Using any other middle name didn't seem right in this case.
We've started calling him Noah and I have to admit, it's taking some getting used to. But I know that this is the name he was meant to have. As a perk, Carver can say Noah, he just doesn't unless we ask him to. :)