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Yes. This really did happen. I forgot my son's name. Blank. Just TOTALLY went blank.
This happened almost 28 years ago, just shortly after the birth of my youngest son. Who, by the way, weighed in at 10 lbs. 8 and one half ounces. This is the child we did not have a name for until the month he was born. And then, he was born two weeks early.
When he was 9 days old, and still sleeping a lot - a lot more than his brother and sister ever did, we attended a party in honor of my grandmother's 80th birthday. It did seem a bit surprising to me that this 9 day old baby stayed deeply asleep while being passed around by his adoring relatives.
Later in the day, while nursing him, I noticed that he felt quite warm and didn't seem hungry. A call to the doctor informed us that 9 day old babies should NOT have fevers, and to bring him in to the ER right away. From there, he ended up being admitted to the pediatric isolation wing. He was the only kid there. Everyone kept saying how tiny he looked, which isn't what they were saying in the nursery just a few days before.
Anyway...several people came into the room while he was being checked in, and also checked over. By then it was late in the evening.
A woman came in to take down information. I sat in a chair, tired, afraid, and experiencing the pain that only comes from having a child who should be nursing, but doesn't feel like it. This woman commented on how cute he was and how tiny he looked in the metal cage-like crib he was in. Then she asked me his name.
Name?
I looked at this child that I already loved so deeply with my whole heart, but...what's his name? I did not know. After all, hadn't we just met? And, I had a different named picked out for him, but his father didn't like it. His name. What DID we name this kid? Although it probably was only a matter of minutes, for what seemed like an eternity, I could not think of his name.
I sort of acted choked up about him being sick and all. Finally, it came to me, his name is EVAN.
And, he ended up being just fine. No long term damage from having had a fever, which he most likely caught from his sister, the 18 month old, who developed a high fever and a bad ear infection the very next day.
I, on the other hand, am still suffering from the long term damage.
Happy 28th Birthday to my son, who now, along with his lovely wife, has a baby of his own.
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8 comments:
You are SO funny!
oh.yes....
I can relate to forgetting a child's name. 8~)
I imagine later in life we will for get a thing or two. Oh...wait I already have...oh well. 8~)
Take care,
Nancy
P.S. these word verifications are getting harder....robots must be getting smarter. ha,ha
Yoy should watch memory a spoof by Pam Petersen, so you will be warned ahead of what is coming to you in a few years time, memoryloss for past the fifty year round. Well, maybe you did not know for a few seconds the name of your baby, the name you did not choose, but you surely did know and felt you were the mother of that "eh, what did we call him"s baby and that was and is what counts.Happy birthday, Evan, I take he is Uncle Yongest Brother? DM I think I am learning Swahili through not being a robot!
What a fascinating story about his childhood to share - I bet he got tired of hearing about it though.
Glad you still remember his name.
When we checked Cuppa into the hospital for our first, I spelled her name wrong when I registered her. I was a might frazzled at the time.
Ah judy. You normalize me. I'm so in that hospital with you.
Happy Birthday to Evan! LOL! And wouldn't you know this would happen to you, Judy? Back when I was 33 someone asked Dear Hubby and I how old we were and I completely blanked it. I would EXPECT that to happen now...but back then? HA!
Been missing you, your writing. I look forward to your wit and creativity. I hope all is well. And on the off shoot that it is not, you have been in my prayers. Tina
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