Naming Leyton

by Katie on September 4, 2013

So, with as much drama that was involved in naming our daughter, I thought I should get that process documented. Not only for us to remember, but so that one day when she is old enough to wonder and ask questions like that, I can just say, “Go check the blog, Honey.” Because I am sure that will appease her inquisitive mind. A mother can dream…

Anyway, how we named our daughter. Fourteen hours after she was born, mind you.

Sometime early in my pregnancy, we had a simple, brief conversation about names. But both of us quickly decided we should just wait until we knew the gender. It was already evident it was going to be difficult enough for the two of us to agree upon one name, much less two, so what was the point in making it even more difficult?

We did, however, make some middle name selections during that time. Most notably the fact that we would NOT use “Dean” as the middle name, should we have a daughter. What is with the name “Dean,” you ask? Well, if you don’t know, “Dean” is our middle name. As in, we have the same one. [Brandon’s comes from his dad’s nickname/what he goes by; mine is also my dad’s middle name. Brandon always jokes that I thought he had the lamest pickup line ever when he told me we had the same middle name the first time we were at an out-of-class grad school function together.]

Brandon has told me for years, “Dean is a boy name. I don’t know why your parents would name you that. No way would I name a girl Dean.” He stood very firm on this, and we agreed upon two other middle names to use for a girl, depending upon the first name we ended up choosing. So we practically had a girl middle name selected the entire time, which was not Dean. Everything else was up in the air.

We were told we were blessed with a baby girl at 15 weeks (before we even shared our news with anyone). Which is super early, but the tech was confident he was correct. And so The Name Game began. Only Brandon hated when I referred to it as that, because, “Naming our child is not a game. It’s very serious.”

The very day we were told we were having a girl, I shared my “favorite” name with Brandon. I was pretty excited about it, and expected him to love it (do not ask me why I even attempt to make predictions about his feelings for anything). Well, let’s just say he didn’t love it. He didn’t dislike it, but he most definitely did not reply enthusiastically, “Yes! Indeed, that is what we will name her.” Mostly because he doesn’t use the word “indeed” in normal conversation, but also because he did not share my deep affinity for this particular name. I found out later that he would have used that name since I loved it so much at the time, but we ended up not having to worry about it, because lo and behold, not long after this, a baby in our town (kind of a “friends-of-friends” sort of tie) was named “my” name. So we started at sqaure one.

But it took me quite awhile to get over losing “my name” so I didn’t even have any suggestions for a long time. Brandon had one suggestion. His only (serious) suggestion the entire time. And while it was a perfectly decent name and I couldn’t really find anything “wrong” with it, it just didn’t “fit” our baby, if you know what I mean. (If you are a woman who has named a baby, you know what I mean. If you are not, you probably think I am crazy.)

So this really brought us to a standstill…

Our child not having a name didn’t bother me. I kept telling Brandon, “It’s not like we’re going to bring her home without one.” But he really had an issue with it, especially as her due date drew closer.

Finally, at about 38.5 weeks, he drew a line in the sand and said we had to name our baby. I emailed him a long list of names I found acceptable. You may think it is odd I chose to email my husband on such a topic, rather than simply have a conversation about it. This way, when he was out driving a tractor during the day, he could look at that list, and have some time to mull it over himself. This is actually the most efficient way for us to communicate on things like this. And I am not exaggerating when I say a long list, y’all. We’re talking 20 to 30 names on that list.

A day or so before I went into labor (at 39 weeks, 2 days), I received a reply which narrowed down our choices to five names. I was supposed to make the final selection from those five. Expecting to go past my due date and have a long labor, I wasn’t in a big hurry to make my decision.

Well, I did neither of those things, and before I knew it, I had a wailing newborn in my arms and a husband asking me what her name was (you can read more about that here).

Half a day later, after spending some time with my girl and getting past the initial craziness of the hospital, and Brandon narrowing his short list even further to just two contenders, I chose “Leyton”.

And you know what he said?

“Dean goes well with that.”

And so she received her name, including the middle name she would “never, ever” have.

Now, we can’t imagine her with any other name, of course.

And also? I do not want to name another baby anytime soon.


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