Just so you know, she really didn't have a name at first.
We were "settled" on Eloise, with either
Marilyn, Catherine, or another familial name as the middle. I even
ripped out a page from the Parents magazine I was reading in very early
labor with the cartoon character "Eloise" on it and posted it to the
wall as my focal point. If you don't know, Eloise is a precocious
little blond girl from New York who lives in a hotel, and I adore the
book series. Eloise was a perfect name, because I could call her
"Ellie" which is the nickname I was looking to use. Also, it sorta
commerates a great grandma - who was Louise - and so forth. Fast
forward to the birth. (Birth story inserted here.) She's born. I
look at this shrunken peanut of a child who resembles an old lady.
She's tiny. So tiny that I can't imagine putting this ginormous old
lady name on her. Ellie works, but Eloise immediately felt old and
wrinkly, and she's newborn and wrinkly. I had the nurses write it out
on a few pieces of paperwork, and on her baby bucket it read "Baby Girl
B." Fine. The next day, I'm pacing the hall with the baby bucket in
tow, and I read the baby names on each maternity room. Ella, Ella,
Eva, you see where this is going... I finally get to "Kennedy's" room
near mine, and laugh because "Regan" (not Reagan) was on my mind for
just a moment, and decide this baby needs a different name. I go back
to our room (which is next to ten pounds of Zoe )
and tell Bob that we're picking a new name, "Pick one." So, after
rehashing what we could remember of my list - and arguing over the
usage of a family name as a middle name, since we were going to double
up and use two, but they didn't sound at all okay together. My reason
to Bob was that this baby didn't match the vision I had of her in
utero.
Besides being an alien, I pictured that little blond Eloise in
the cartoon (who looks suspiciously like my four year old) and Eloise
fit that vision. This tiny little chicken-pecking brown haired blue
eyed non-alien needed a different name. So, who is she? It's a
mystery, Scooby-Doo! 
I did actually pick one from the many lists. It figures, today,
someone already screwed it up and I now have a little boy baby in a
pink cassat. Nice. Ah well. I saw THAT coming.
The name is at my "space" - posted for friends or email.
Just so you know, she really didn't have a name at first.
We were "settled" on Eloise, with either Marilyn, Catherine, or another familial name as the middle. I even ripped out a page from the Parents magazine I was reading in very early labor with the cartoon character "Eloise" on it and posted it to the wall as my focal point. If you don't know, Eloise is a precocious little blond girl from New York who lives in a hotel, and I adore the book series. Eloise was a perfect name, because I could call her "Ellie" which is the nickname I was looking to use. Also, it sorta commerates a great grandma - who was Louise - and so forth. Fast forward to the birth. (Birth story inserted here.) She's born. I look at this shrunken peanut of a child who resembles an old lady. She's tiny. So tiny that I can't imagine putting this ginormous old lady name on her. Ellie works, but Eloise immediately felt old and wrinkly, and she's newborn and wrinkly. I had the nurses write it out on a few pieces of paperwork, and on her baby bucket it read "Baby Girl B." Fine. The next day, I'm pacing the hall with the baby bucket in tow, and I read the baby names on each maternity room. Ella, Ella, Eva, you see where this is going... I finally get to "Kennedy's" room near mine, and laugh because "Regan" (not Reagan) was on my mind for just a moment, and decide this baby needs a different name. I go back to our room (which is next to ten pounds of Zoe ) and tell Bob that we're picking a new name, "Pick one." So, after rehashing what we could remember of my list - and arguing over the usage of a family name as a middle name, since we were going to double up and use two, but they didn't sound at all okay together. My reason to Bob was that this baby didn't match the vision I had of her in utero.
Besides being an alien, I pictured that little blond Eloise in the cartoon (who looks suspiciously like my four year old) and Eloise fit that vision. This tiny little chicken-pecking brown haired blue eyed non-alien needed a different name. So, who is she? It's a mystery, Scooby-Doo!
I did actually pick one from the many lists. It figures, today,
someone already screwed it up and I now have a little boy baby in a
pink cassat. Nice. Ah well. I saw THAT coming.
The name is at my "space" - posted for friends or email.