I got a letter in the mail last week stating that a donation to Shriner’s Hospital had been made in my son’s name.
I love looking at my son’s name in print:
And I love reading it when you mention him in your comments to me on this blog.
I thought everyday while I was pregnant about what to name my child but I hadn’t really cut down the list at all. After I compiled all my favorite names and my friends voted for fun, I’d let the decision just lay there and simmer. Cutting the list in half when I found out he was a boy was about as much as I’d thought about it. I’d foolishly thought I still had plenty of time to make such an important decision.
He was still (and always will be) Sweet Pea to me.
Greyson was on my list of favorite names and I liked it but if he had lived that probably wouldn’t have been his name. There were other names I liked better. In the hospital, wondering how I’d survive and thinking a million other heartbroken thoughts, I knew I could not send him away with only Baby Boy as a name. I considered naming him after my dad and/or my brother but it didn’t seem right to put those names in the ground with such sorrow. To be honest, Greyson was the only name from my list that came to me during that time in the hospital. I just couldn’t remember any others. The name Greyson had won the vote for the boy names on FB and at school. I didn’t recall that until I’d been home for a while but that is probably why it came to mind when I had to choose the name my son would carry into his grave.
I couldn’t think of a middle name so I gave him the middle initial P. Because we called him Sweet Pea and because P. is my initial too.
Now I love his name and it seems right for him.