Let me explain...
When I was pregnant with our first child, we knew we were going to find out the gender of the baby during our ultrasound, but we also knew that we were not going to disclose any potential baby names prior to the arrival. People are full of opinions regarding names, and I really just did not want to hear them. Also, I really felt like we couldn't assign a name until we saw the face. We had a short list of three or four names, but were 98% sure on one particular name. Turns out it was a REALLY good thing that we did not choose a name prior to baby's arrival and did not disclose the name to others.
From the start of the pregnancy I was convinced we were having a girl, hands down, no questions asked. Our 20 week ultrasound confirmed that baby was a girl. I knew it, I was right! Flash forward to June 14, 2011... my doctor delivered a very healthy baby BOY. Surprise! Good thing we didn't pick and name before! My doctor was shocked as well. I remember him looking at me just dumbfounded because the ultrasound tech in his practice had only been wrong once before in her 20 years of practice. Apparently, he still heckles her about it from time to time and I won't lie, it makes me smile.
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| Braden - our surprise baby boy! |
Now you know why it's a good thing that we did not choose the name early.
And here is why it can be a bad thing...
Our kids are only 13.5 months apart, so I was pregnant relatively soon after our first was born. We decided that we would "find out" the gender of this baby as well, but if the ultrasound tech told us it was a girl, we were not holding our breath. We walked in the ultrasound room and she said, "Oh. It's you. I really hope I don't get this one wrong!" We then found out we were having another boy. We were really confident with this prediction - it's a bit easier to get correct. Even though we were confident, we were hesitant on choosing a name. So again, we had the short list of names. After he was born, and after my doctor confirmed that it was in fact a boy, we named him Logan.
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| Logan |
I had c-sections with both my kiddos, so four days later we made it back home. I was still taking some pain medications, my hormones were totally out of whack, and I was sleep deprived. Remember, we had a newborn and a 13.5 month old. However, we timed it perfectly to have had Logan on day 2 of the summer Olympics, so I did nothing but lay down, nurse, and watch Olympics... and direct my husband to chasing Braden around.
The first afternoon we were home, I was sitting on the couch while Logan was sleeping in the bouncy seat. I was just staring at him thinking about how perfect he was and then it happened. I couldn't remember his name. What is his name? What is his name???? Holy crap, I forgot his name. Who does that? Heather, calm down. Think about it. It was a great name, so surely you have to remember. My phone! Where is my phone? I know I sent a text out with his picture and name information. Shoot, the phone isn't here. Several minutes passed (maybe it was only like 30 seconds, but it felt like eternity) and I still couldn't come up with his name. I couldn't think of anything else to do but cry. So there I am, staring at my nameless son, with tears streaming down my face, when my husband walks in the room.
He starts panicking. "Babe, what's wrong???"
I just look at him, point at our son and cry, "What is this ones name????"
His response was to tell me that his name is Logan, and then laugh. Which made me cry harder.
I guess that when you don't name the child early, you aren't referring to them by their name for 5 months prior to arrival and run the risk of forgetting it. Sheesh. I laugh about it now, but trust me... you feel like the worst mother in the world when you forget what you named your child. At least it hasn't happened since.
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