Intuition
03-22-2007, 03:57 PM
... and I already feel like an awful mother! I can not settle on a name for this poor boy.
With our first son, we had a list of 10 girls and boys names that we brought to the hospital with us (induction due to pre-e), but threw them all out when we looked into his eyes for the first time. We named him James, which was never even a consideration beforehand. He just was James.
DH wouldn't settle on many names before this baby was born, because he really became a believer on meeting the baby first, which was fine with me. We had another pretty good list of names for either sex, and I was pretty happy with it. I have to admit I was fairly set on Liam for a boy, but popularity bugged me a little. When I decided that I would use it despite all that, I looked into his eyes, and he was not a Liam.
Well, I had a long recovery. I was in the hospital for a week after the section (which I really need to write about, to get it all out) and we had the list on a post-it on the bassinet. Nurses and doctors and family and friends all weighed in, and it was a fun thing. I was there from Sunday to Friday. I kept picking him up and looking at him, asking him to tell me his name.
DH seemed to be set on William. The most conventional name on the list. We tried it out for a few days, and everyone kind of assumed we had chosen it, but it never felt right to me. We came home, and kept calling him William. Mike came back over to work here in Vancouver, while I stayed and recuperated some more at my parents' house. Well, I called him in tears the first night, saying that the baby just wasn't a William, and I ended up hanging up on him. Love those postpartum hormones.
I just wanted it to mean more, I guess. I look at him and see his beautiful eyes, which are the colour of the ocean in the rain; that beautiful, deep dark blue and grey. He was born 12 days late, making him a Pisces like my son. The nurse, after I had wept for a very long time upon finding out about the caesarean, told me that my boys must not want to come out since they love the water so much, being Pisces. So I'm looking at this boy and thinking, hmm, a water theme is pretty strong here.
I go home and look up some names. I find a lot, but really the only ones that I find that DH doesn't hate are Dylan and Ronan. I start calling the baby Dylan, and it feels more of a fit to me. I always liked the name, but never enough to consider using it.
And I wonder... how ridiculous am I being, here? Should we just go with William, when DH has an attachment to it? It does seem that it's beginning to suit him. If I can't even decide, should I just let this one go? How important is a name, and the finding of it? Now I am at a point where I feel about the same about both names. I just don't know what the hell I am doing.
Another thing to consider is that our last name is Buckingham. Really fucking pretentious name, or no? Sheesh. And I'm just kind of indifferent to both names.
I need to post another long thread about life with two and how my c-section affected me and his birth and shit, because I am really in the midst of choas right now, and I am nervous here without friends and family to pull me out of the mud should I slide in again.
With our first son, we had a list of 10 girls and boys names that we brought to the hospital with us (induction due to pre-e), but threw them all out when we looked into his eyes for the first time. We named him James, which was never even a consideration beforehand. He just was James.
DH wouldn't settle on many names before this baby was born, because he really became a believer on meeting the baby first, which was fine with me. We had another pretty good list of names for either sex, and I was pretty happy with it. I have to admit I was fairly set on Liam for a boy, but popularity bugged me a little. When I decided that I would use it despite all that, I looked into his eyes, and he was not a Liam.
Well, I had a long recovery. I was in the hospital for a week after the section (which I really need to write about, to get it all out) and we had the list on a post-it on the bassinet. Nurses and doctors and family and friends all weighed in, and it was a fun thing. I was there from Sunday to Friday. I kept picking him up and looking at him, asking him to tell me his name.
DH seemed to be set on William. The most conventional name on the list. We tried it out for a few days, and everyone kind of assumed we had chosen it, but it never felt right to me. We came home, and kept calling him William. Mike came back over to work here in Vancouver, while I stayed and recuperated some more at my parents' house. Well, I called him in tears the first night, saying that the baby just wasn't a William, and I ended up hanging up on him. Love those postpartum hormones.
I just wanted it to mean more, I guess. I look at him and see his beautiful eyes, which are the colour of the ocean in the rain; that beautiful, deep dark blue and grey. He was born 12 days late, making him a Pisces like my son. The nurse, after I had wept for a very long time upon finding out about the caesarean, told me that my boys must not want to come out since they love the water so much, being Pisces. So I'm looking at this boy and thinking, hmm, a water theme is pretty strong here.
I go home and look up some names. I find a lot, but really the only ones that I find that DH doesn't hate are Dylan and Ronan. I start calling the baby Dylan, and it feels more of a fit to me. I always liked the name, but never enough to consider using it.
And I wonder... how ridiculous am I being, here? Should we just go with William, when DH has an attachment to it? It does seem that it's beginning to suit him. If I can't even decide, should I just let this one go? How important is a name, and the finding of it? Now I am at a point where I feel about the same about both names. I just don't know what the hell I am doing.
Another thing to consider is that our last name is Buckingham. Really fucking pretentious name, or no? Sheesh. And I'm just kind of indifferent to both names.
I need to post another long thread about life with two and how my c-section affected me and his birth and shit, because I am really in the midst of choas right now, and I am nervous here without friends and family to pull me out of the mud should I slide in again.