I almost don't want to write this post because it insinuates that Alexander is unwanted or unloved. None of that can be further from the truth. He is almost 19 months old now and is all boy. I love watching him and William play catch. He loves climbing and jumping on the couch. But what I love the most is when he runs up to me yelling "MAMA" and grabs me tight around one leg. He has been the perfect addition to our family.
BUT, when I was pregnant with Alexander I was desperately wanting PINK. I longed for ruffled panties, shiny Mary Janes, pink dresses, bows and frilliness. Lainy Ann really wanted a sister. After having 4 boys in a row (Connor, the twins, and William) I was a little tired of the blue and ready for some new pink. I was so convinced that I was having a girl this time that I had agreed to boy names I didn't like because it didn't matter since I was having an Abigail Frances.
I won't bore you with all the details about Alexander's birth story except that when he crowned and the nurses saw a full head of hair, I cried. I begged Caskey to change the baby's name, so while I was in labor waiting for the doctor to arrive we went through all of the boy names again. The list is getting pretty short at this point. We have had to come up with 6 boy names (counting first and middle). Quite frankly there just aren't that many good boy names out there.
The nurses were laughing at us as we went through the short list again. I was in tears. It seems so silly now. I should have just been thankful that my baby was healthy, but all those pink, frilly dresses and matching Easter clothes floated out the window. But that was nothing compared to how upset Lainy Ann was when we called to make our birth announcement. Melanie was staying with all the kids and she announced to my eldest 3 that they had a new brother named Alexander. I could hear her crying and then she ran off to her room to pout. I was so devestated for her. Its one of those hurts that I can never heal.