"God has heard"

For those of you who know me, you know that I am not a very religious person. That is not to say I do not have faith. The last few years my Facebook religion status has read "you cannot be angry with God and not believe in him at the same time". I believe in God. With all that has happened in my life in the last decade or so, I have had to. As a scientist, I know that our universe is not random and the mere fact that F=MA is proof to me that God exists. With all that said, I want to explain to you how we came about choosing our son's name. 
Last summer, while in the mists of yet another round of fertility treatments, I was trying to keep my hopes up during the two week wait. One way was to go through baby names. Most of the time (and all of the girl names I liked) Jay vetoed. Until one day I heard somewhere the name Jayden. I asked Jay what he thought of the name. He actually really liked it. So, our hypothetical son, the one we had tried and failed to conceive for so long, had a tentative name. I knew that if our child was a boy, his middle name would be James, after my father. Talking with Jay one day, I said we could call him JJ. Jay's response to that was, "they are going to think he is Jason Junior". I told him I didn't care, since that wasn't his name. Jayden's second middle name (yes, his full middle name is James Newquist) is not in reference to my dad. It is so that my child can have a piece of my name in his. 
After so many failed fertility treatments and finally a successful IVF round, we were on our way to having our family. The next step was finding our if we were having a girl or a boy. At 15 weeks we found out we would be getting a son. From then on, I would refer to him by name. When he was born screaming after being so early, his name just fit him. Jayden means "God has heard". The entire time I was on the operating table waiting to hear his cry, I kept telling God and my parents that they could not have him. He was mine. They already had one of my babies. They don't get both. After I heard his cry, I felt as though God had finally heard mine. All the years of anger and frustration seemed to be wiped away with one cry from my son. 
This isn't to say I am not still hurting from how my son entered this world. But everyday he seems to improve so much more. Today he was wearing clothes, he was regulating his own body temperature and was moved to a well baby crib. He may still need to go into an isolet to keep him from getting over stimulated, but not because he needs it to help regulate body temperature. He was also able to lose the IV today. He gained another ounce on top of the one he gained yesterday, which means he is tolerating his feedings very well. Today he was also put to breast and latched on for a few minutes which is HUGE for a premie. His heart rate did dip for a second when he got over stimulated, which is to be expected with a premie. He still needs to learn how to master the suck, swallow, and breath concept. He has also been with out supplemental oxygen for over 24 hours. Not even a nasal canula. They say once he starts becoming more active and feeding more from the bottle and the breast he might need to go on it again, but that it is very common for that to happen. Some babies do go home with supplemental oxygen. When I called tonight to check on him, the nurse described him as "incredibly adorable".  I have to agree.