When my husband announced, “it’s a girl,” I cried tears of joy and shock for quite some time. When I managed to gain some composure, and they placed my baby girl in my arms, the first thing I could say was, “we don’t have a name!” Colton Parker was the name of the baby I thought I was carrying for the past nine months. While no one ever officially said we were having a boy (we wanted to be surprised), my husband and I were fairly certain we were definitely having another boy.
Colton Parker was a name we quickly agreed upon. There was no debate, no other options really, we had selected a name and fell in love with it. Every discussion over a girl name turned into a debate that ended with us saying, “whats the point, we are having a boy.” We had decided early on the baby would be give a name starting with the letter C, after my grandmother Carol who passed when I was a sophomore in high school. While my grandmother passed years ago, I’ve had many recent instances where I know she is watching over me and my family. We also decided early on, that no matter the first name, our daughter’s middle name (if we were having a daughter) would be Emily, after one of the most important friends in my life. I always thought if I had a daughter, I would want her to be just like my friend Emily; a sentiment my husband completely agreed with. So, while we agreed on the letter C and a middle name, selecting a girl name proved to be quite the challenge.
A week prior to my scheduled c-section I went in for a routine ultrasound. At the end of the ultrasound, the tech told me she wanted to check the sex of the baby just for her own knowledge. She had me close my eyes and when she was done, she asked me if my son was born early or late. After I told her he was a week early she replied, “maybe she will come early too.” She? Yes the tech said “she,” right after checking the sex of the baby.
I tried to put this out of my mind, but for the first time in nine months, I considered that we may actually be having a girl! As soon as I got home from that ultrasound appointment, I went on the internet to once again search for C names for girls. This time, I saw a new name to add to our list, Cora. I sent a text to my husband to get his thoughts. When he didn’t even reply, I was pretty sure I knew how he felt about the name. So, again I tried to put the ultrasound mishap out of my mind. Plus, a few weeks prior to that incident, I had an ultrasound where the tech avoided the use of pronouns until the end, where she said “he” two times! I told myself these mistakes cancelled each other out and I still truly did not know the sex of my baby.
After a few days, I was again feeling pretty certain I was carrying a boy. So when my husband officially announced it was a baby girl, I was shocked, incredibly elated, but shocked. As we sat in the recovery room we started the name debate. Cameron, Callie and Cayla were the few names we had been going back and forth over for months, but none of them felt right. Then we started talking about the name Cora. We looked it up together and read that Cora means heart or full heart. We read that in Greek mythology, Zeus had a daughter named Cora, which my husband loved. I liked that the name had almost all of the letters of my grandmother’s name and that is sounded and looked similar. I also liked that it was a popular name in the 1800’s, and when paired with the middle name Emily, it felt very classic and strong.
We both seemed to be agreeing on something. Still we waited a while to officially name our daughter. I wanted to hold her again, see her more and make sure the name felt right…and it did. So, many hours after my daughter’s birth, we were finally able to announce to family and friends, that Cora Emily had arrived!