I got a formspring question (read my answers here!) about Piper’s name, and how I felt about it now that she’s personified it.
During the last few weeks of my pregnancy I wasn’t sure of anything. Not even my shoes. Not what nightgown to pack, nothing. This includes Piper’s name. We had planned for so long (see the post where I claimed it here) to use the name Piper, that once we had found out the sex of the baby, that’s how she was referred.
Like I mentioned, the end of my pregnancy was filled with doubt, especially about her name. I worried that she wouldn’t fit the “Piper” bill. I thought about it constantly- what if it didn’t fit her? Did I still really like it? I wasn’t sure the name was a good one. The weight of the situation was weighing on me- we were choosing someone’s name. Something that would literally personify her. This would be the first thing she learns (right?), and it should be good.
I didn’t tell anyone how I felt, because no matter what, her name was going to be Piper, despite how I was feeling about it. Why? It was what we’d been telling people, and I did still really LIKE the name. Up to delivery, I was still doubting it. Until we left the hospital, her name was Baby Girl Felix. As we filled out the form for the birth certificate and social security card, I got giddy. Piper is here! Piper is named! Piper is REAL.
Finally, I loved her name for her again. When the Social Security card came in the mail, I realized the huge deal we had done- we had a person, and gave her a name. Every now and then I look at her and wonder if the name was really perfect for her, as perfect as I had thought, and give a little nod. Perfect, just like her.
