What Makes A Name

Naming Brock was almost as difficult as having him. Matt and I had tossed around dozens and dozens of names, but none seemed to weather the storm. I wanted something unique but not bizarre, and Matt just seemed to want whatever I did not.

Immediately after Brock was born, Matt told me that I could name the baby whatever I wanted. Ironically, as I watched the nurses take his measurements his name became so clear to me. Somewhere between me realizing that I had just had my second child and the doctor, who did not do VBACS, told me I did an amazing job, I realized that none of this would have been possible without my original doctor.

Months before planning on having a second child, I consulted with a doctor that had come highly recommended. I was scared to death to have more children due to the terrible birth experience I had with Luke. In my mind, birth equaled death. This doctor told me that everything would be great and that I had already experienced all the bad there is to be experienced in giving birth. I trusted him. In fact, I even continued to go to this doctor after moving to Tucson because I believed in him so much. Choosing to go with another doctor closer by was very difficult, but ultimately he had already given me all of the information and confidence I needed to have this baby anywhere.

So when Matt asked me what the name was going to be, the only name that I could choose was Brock, after my doctor. And the name is perfect, just as it was meant to be.