Just had our 4th and last baby. We named this after my late mother. I gave my husband the paperwork because I was fatigued from the birth. Back home, I found a card from my MIL congratulating us for naming the baby after her. Curious, I asked my husband why, and he responded, ‘It felt right in the moment.’
Not understanding what he meant, I stared at him. Why did you say ‘felt right’? Discussed this. We agreed.”
He seemed undefended. Just exhausted. “I know. But she was crying, and I don’t know… it just happened.”
I blinked, holding our baby. I stared at her tiny, pink, tranquil face. We disagreed on the name, so I whispered it. Family member from his side. It sounded wrong. Not for her.
