How my baby got his name

September 13, 2009

When I found out that I was pregnant the question on everyone’s lips was whether or not we would find out the sex of the baby before he was born. Personally I was not bothered either way but Mr C did want to know when we had the 20 weeks scan and I was happy to go along with what he wanted.

I remember the minute we found out in such clarity. I was laying on the bed, my tummy covered in go and my legs elevated to try and get a very squiggly baby into a good position for all of the measurements to be taken. The lady asked us if we were sure that we wanted to find out and when we said yes she moved the thing on by belly and there for all to see it was very obviously a boy. I swear that he had not been still for a second the whole way through the scan but for that glorious moment he opened his legs wide and was so still, like he was screaming “look what I have got”!

I turned to see the tears in my husbands eyes as he realised he was having a boy and it was officially one of the happiest moments of my life. Then listening to him telling everyone with such pride in his voice.

By finding out at that moment I was present, I remember every second, I know what it felt like. When Piran was born I was quite frankly screwed. I was bruised, battered and tired. I do not remember hearing my babies first cry, I have a vague memory of hearing the midwife and doctor exclaim that he was a big baby and then something warm and squiggly was put on my chest and I just lay there in shock. I now have two very special memories to keep, and one has not been swallowed by the other. If I ever have another baby then I will do the same.

Also, we got the idea for Piran’s name because we found out he was a boy on St Piran’s day, 5th March. St Piran is the patron saint of Cornwall and tin miners and my family lives in Cornwall, I grew up there, we were married there and it is our favourite place to be when we can. So for us, it was perfect.

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  • Reply gaelikaa September 13, 2009 at 1:12 pm

    Very lovely and personal story…

  • Reply cartside September 13, 2009 at 8:48 pm

    your post brings something back to me. I too have little memory of the first moments after my daughter was born, like you I was at the end of my strength. I never considered how good it was therefore to know she would be a girl (although the one thing I do remember is asking if she was indeed a girl, and naming her right there).

  • Reply Sandy Calico September 13, 2009 at 11:16 pm

    Lovely post. My first few moments after the birth of P sound similar to yours. I was in shock. They plonked him on my belly and I didn't even touch him. I just said OMG OMG. Then they took him to give him oxygen, then he went to the SCBU. But through the fog of all that was going on I clearly heard Andy say 'We've got a boy'. That's one of my good memories. I don't think it matters whether you hear that at 20 weeks or 39 weeks or 42 weeks, it's still amazing. Oh and I love the name Piran. x

  • Reply Victoria September 14, 2009 at 4:55 pm

    We found out the sex of all three of our children at the 20 week scan, and it's lovely to have that little bit of information to hold on to throughout the rest of the pregnancy. I've never heard the name Piran before, but it's really nice. Our youngest is called Dickon (an old English nickname for Richard) and lots of people haven't heard of that either.

  • Reply Mrs OMG Pregnant September 15, 2009 at 8:19 am

    Awwww great. Love it. I did wonder what that name meant!

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