Yesterday I guest posted on my friends blog about being due with L on 9/11. You can read it here if you didn't read it before. I have been asked since the day he was born how he got his name.
When I was 6 weeks pregnant with L, I had a dream. I saw this little face in my dream and I knew if I had a boy that this would be his name. It was odd to me because I obviously didn't know if it was a boy or girl. And we didn't want to know until we had the baby if it was a boy or girl, so it was going to be a LONG wait.
We had our girl name that I was sure I was going to name the baby if it was a girl (McKinnley, none of our kids are named that, just loved the name since I was 15)
I was due on Sept 11, 2001. A few days after 9/11 I was thinking about his name. I wanted to be sure that his name would have strength, character and was named after someone who symbolized strength and honesty. A name that would have meaning.
My labour was long with L, 29.5 hours. pushing for 2 of it. When he came out he was not doing great so I didn't get to see him for an hour. I remember when Mr. M came up to me with L in his arms and said "So, can we name him Sawyer Prescott?" I looked at the little one in his arms and saw the very same face I saw in the dream. I said, "Nope, this is the face that I saw in my dream"
So L it is and has been for almost 10 years. He loves his name and the history behind it. It means something to him. He loves the person he is named after and gains strength from him. Really feel like he needs to honest like him.
Here is a pic of him this summer. I love it. He has this thing for having everything tight on him, including his swimming goggles.
I love who he is and the strength he gives to me.