I really dislike hospitals. So much so, that I'd rather get discharged at 11 pm the day after you were born then stay the rest of the night. Plus, the hospital beds don't fit me very well and hurt my back. But...the hospital really prefers you have a name for the baby before you leave.
Your Dad and I both take naming a baby very seriously. So seriously, that at 1 am we still hadn't figured out a name for you! And, we were tired and cranky to say the least.
Rather than continue fighting, Grandma Colleen ran interference and we came up with your name. Almost seemed harder than giving birth ;) But, we both love your name (while I realize you may decide to be called something later). And, the paperwork lady was happy.
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