We didn't find out Ollie's sex at our (one and only) ultrasound at 20 weeks and by 40 weeks I was convinced he was a girl. I was in utter shock when Liza lifted the blanket and announced our baby had a big penis. In reality, she was looking at his over sized, hormone inflated testicles but still, our girl announced we had a boy. Because obviously, I gestate long with girls since Liza and our presumed baby girl were both born at 41 weeks and 2 days and Henry was born at 40 weeks and 2 days. And obviously, my belly had the look of a girl. And don't forget the woman that witched me and read my palm at the country buffet who also agreed our baby was a girl.
Baby boy was nameless for 48 hours.
During this time: My body felt like it had been hit by a truck. My colostrum was transitioning to mature milk in a glorious manner leaving my breasts feeling like bags of wet cement. The kids were acting crazy. It was harder than I imagined having a baby boy rather than a baby girl. We were ready to be home but I was anxious about the 4 hour drive. Needless to say, things were feeling a bit unsettled.
The baby needed a name. Everything would feel better if the baby just had a name.
The 2nd night of Ollie's life, I decided his name was either Zephyr or Ollie. Ollie came out of left field. I honestly wasn't even thinking about Oliver being a family name. Ollie just seemed right and I liked it. Zephyr was my much sought after hippie name for my tie-dyed baby born on a hippie commune. "Late spring and early summer breezes."
Henry, Liza, Ollie.
Henry, Liza, Zephyr.
Taylor chose Ollie. Oliver Pace Dearman. I was confused about why Oliver was my son's name. I didn't even like the name. But it was his name. I couldn't deny it.
But now I get it.
My Aunt Betty died in a horribly tragic way right around Ollie's due date after we been at The Farm for about 2 weeks. We decided not to attend the funeral and I coped with the tragedy by compartmentalizing and focusing on our impending peaceful homebirth.
After we named Ollie, I remembered Betty's dog is named Oliver and I liked that.
Then, just a few weeks ago, my mom told me that Betty named her dog Oliver because she always loved the name Oliver for a baby boy but her husband didnt' like the name for their sons. So naturally, she named her dog Oliver.
Betty and I were never particularly close. But I think of her everyday and I absolutely believe she is the reason Ollie is Ollie rather than Zephyr.
And when I am empty nesting and needing a little dog to snug in my lap, I can always name him Zephyr and think of Betty.