Better late than never!

It's a boy..........well, that was big news two months ago when he finally came out (OVERDUE, I might add). Clifford Joseph Campbell arrived on April 19th, 2011. I was in complete shock, and still am some days, when the doctor announced "It's a boy." We, obviously, did not find out the sex and I was certain that it was a girl. I was Positive and apparently, wrong. Cliffy is our little surprise in so many different ways. We actually were debating on a boy's name as I went into labor (this means even more if you know that once I start labor it is a matter of minutes, not hours, before the baby comes out). My husband said, "how about Clifford as a first name?" which was always going to be the middle name. I said, "sure, it is not very common and a good family name."

Clifford is my husbands middle name, my husband's brother's first name AND my husband's father's middle name. Did you get all that? Well, I had a nice size list of other boys names that I liked and had thought about for 9 months, but it just didn't seem worth discussing right then since I was kinda busy fighting off blinding pain AND it was going to be a girl. We had settled on Eleanor Rose and I just kept repeating "Ellie Rose, Ellie Rose...." through the contractions that apparently no one was taking seriously (including me) except my husband.

By the time my husband convinced me that we should alert a nurse I could no longer talk. The nurse arrived, checked dilation and announced that I was 8 cm and would have a hard time getting an epidural. I wasn't listening that much because my water just broke and I informed her of this rather loudly. I could tell by the tone of her voice and the scuffling of shoes that I was all the sudden moved to the top of the "pay attention to" list. She said, "Let me know if you start to feel like you need to push," and my husband, who is now an old pro said, "she needs to now." She looked down at me and I screamed back at her.

A few minutes later little Cliffy was born, which is when the doctor said, "It's a boy."

Huh?

My husband looked at me and said, "Clifford?" The doctor, who was still working with me to birth the placenta, said, "Oh, that's a great name!."

Next the nurse chimed in, "Oh yes, a nice name that is not over used." This discussion went on for a few more minutes as I was being stitched and poked and pushed on (all without my epidural that I missed out on AGAIN) until it was decided by the whole room that Clifford Joseph was the perfect name.

Now that he is here and two month old, it seems perfect for him. He is, and always will be, my little Cliffy.............but I sure would have bet a million dollars that Ellie Rose was on her way.