Thirty -One Weeks, Four Days. 59 days to go…
So it has come to my attention that i am yet to explain the real story behind the name George.
Three years ago as my husband and i drove from our wedding to our honeymoon, the conversation of babies arose…
And just on a side note, why is it that the day you ‘tie the knot’ relatives always then suddenly ask you when you are going to have babies? It is like yesterday they couldnt ask, but because now you have a ring on your finger, ohh we can ask now!
As we drove down the coast avoiding the real topic of when we were going to start trying for babies, we spoke about boys and girls. Growing up i alwasy wanted a girl, never a boy… I was never sure i wanted children, but i knew that if i was to be a mother i wanted to have a girl… NEVER in a hundred years imagining that in reality that didnt really matter.
As i explained to my new husband that if i was to have a baby it would ‘have to be’ a girl he turned to me and asked me if i would give the baby back if it was a boy…
I answered with ‘no you cant give a baby back, i would just name it something really really mean and silly!’
‘Like GEORGE! Like George of Seinfeld, a real nerdy name…’
My husband just giggled.
Three years later as we embarked on our quest for a child, as we said ‘one last time’ we gave our little embryo a name… The only name we had ever talked about as a couple. George.
Those first ten days of waiting, each nite my husband came home and asked ‘how is my george?’
Each of the twenty days of limbo land where we really didnt know what was going on my husband would tell me ‘george is strong, he will make it’
Every day of the past 223 days my husband has asked me ‘how is george?’ ‘is george kicking?’
Every day of the past 223 days my husband has told me that ‘george will be ok’ ‘george is a fighter’
When i needed comfort, especially in the early days, putting a name to the miracle helped. When i look down at my belly, when i am not sure, when i am scared, i tell my george is will be ok, i tell george that i am in love, and i tell george that nothing else in this world matters….
I was young and naive and i thought george would be the name i would give to a child that i thought i wouldnt want. But now i know, i have learned, that this name means everything to my husband and i. It is the only name we have ever had for this desperately wanted child, and no matter how silly the name, no matter how wrong, stupid and naive the story behind it is, for some reason my husband and i are now in love with the name, and cant let go.
Affections are like lightning: you cannot tell where they will strike till they have fallen. Lee Iacocca