My parents were told that I would be a New Years baby. The original due date my mom was given was January 1st. My birthday is March 12th. Those last two months must have been hell for her. This was in 1975. There were no ultrasounds. Now-a-days they have you wear a lead apron during x-rays if there is even the possibility of you being pregnant. Back then they gave my mom an x-ray to check how I was doing in there.
She was brought in for induction, twice, and nothing happened. She described it to me, how anxious she was, how she was watching the other woman who was sharing the room with her get the pitocin drip and almost immediately go into contractions while NOTHING happened with her. Eventually they decided that she needed a c-section. So I was a scheduled cesarean birth. I was born on a Wednesday, as were both my brother and sister, because that was the day our family doctor worked at the hospital.
My name is Deanna Rose. I’ve always been told that my mom’s father, my Pip, named me. He named me Deanna, after the actress/singer Deanna Durbin. My Pip’s mother, my great grandmother was named Rose. My dad’s mother is also named Rose. I’ve been told that together my name means “Bright Love”, and that’s why my Pip picked it.
When pregnant with my second child and obsessing over what to call her, it finally occurred to me that the fact that my grandfather named me is a little odd. I called my mom and asked her why. She told me that her and my father could not agree on a name. That I was two days old and still they couldn’t agree. My Pip made the suggestion and they both liked it and went with it. Apparently if it had been up to my mom I would have been named either Audrey or Genevieve. It’s a little strange because Genevieve just happens to be the name of my second daughter and we had already decided on this before I heard this story from my mum.
what a great story about how you got your name! funny that you used the same name for your daughter, your mom got her Genevieve after all!there are hardly any baby pictures of me by myself, my brother is with me in almost all of them. I try to take single pics of my kiddos because of that.
That's a great story~ It's so funny how there is always a story behind the names that were chosen for us. My parents named me Kimberly Kathleen…my last name also began with a K…my grandma luckily picked it up that my initials would have been KKK. Not cool so they changed it to a C.
PS. Your Mom? Total trooper. Seriously!
Wow…and I thought that I was late! I love that your grandfather picked your name (and Pip is such a cute grandpa name too!). "Bright love" is such a beautiful meaning! It's so nice that your mom got the Genevieve that she wanted, but I wonder why she never told you that she wanted that name for you when your daughter was born?Stopping by from Piggy Tales Group 2!
Wow, what an amazing story! I can't believe they thought you'd be a New Years baby and were born in March! I might have passed out!!!
Holy cow, you really were a late baby! Now I'm curious if you still tend to run late or not. ;-)What a touching story about your 'almost' name becoming your own daughter's. Quite a coincidence, or maybe the hand of Fate?
Glad to see I am not the only one whose pregnancy was way too long!(like 9 months isn't long enough!) When pregnant with my daughter I was due July 12th. I know that FOR SURE! She was born on September 2nd! Her middle name is also Rose. (and the last 4 letters of her first name are also anna!) She was also born on a Wednesday! (So was I. So was my son!)
WOW what a birth story, I can't imagine being pregnant that long…and what a great story about where your name came from. My parents just chose my name cause they liked it, well actually my dad chose it! Good luck and enjoy Mommy's Piggy Tales.Amber 🙂
i know just being a week overdue can seem like a lifetime. i think that's great you named your daughter the name you almost had. i thinkit's fun to find common threads with mom. 🙂
Cute photo! I like the connections you had without knowing them…I'm always looking for connections and they often find me when I'm not looking. I'm glad to share this recording journey with you!Sincerely, denise from group 3
Interesting story! The trend of inducing babies to suit a doctor's schedule was common when I had our children in the 70s. My doctor liked to have several on one day. Our baby girl (now an independent adult!) did not cooperate with the plan and I chuckled to myself.
I can't. even. IMAGINE. what your mom was feeling, waiting for you to be born!!! What an interesting story! I love that you call your Grandpa, "Pip" … curious where it came from? Looking forward to reading more!
I do still tend to always run late. Over the years my parents have teased me over it. Saying that I started as I meant to continue.Pip is short for Pipi (pronounced pip-ee). We call my mom's parents Mimi and Pipi. I think it's a French Canadian thing.