When we told Bella that we were expecting a new baby, she was incredulous. “You’re just pretending, right?” she giggled.
But we insisted that we weren’t pretending. “There really is a new baby in Mama’s belly,” Dom told her. She giggled some more.
Then she wanted to know what the baby’s name is. We told her we didn’t know yet. Obviously that was not satisfactory. She declared that the baby’s name was Rose.
“But what if the baby is a little boy? Maybe you’ll have a little brother.”
“It’s not. It’s a little girl and her name is Rose.”
This is the first time we’ve had a child old enough to be interested in the naming of our baby. It’s certainly going to be interesting to see how this plays out in the coming months.
By the way, I’m not necessarily opposed to Rose—as a middle name, at least. St Rose of Lima was my confirmation saint. It’s not the name we were thinking of; but if Bella does feel strongly and doesn’t waver and we do have a girl…. Well, why not let her have some say in the matter?