I’m still floating on cloud 9 after this past week. We got to see our little man, count all his little fingers and toes, and make sure he was doing alright. I have never been so nervous for an ultrasound. With everything that happened early on in this pregnancy and dealing with the unknown of how bad our ABO incompatibility will be, I just didn’t know what we were going to find when we actually “saw” him. I’ve managed to stay pretty optimistic and not let this incompatibility completely ruin this pregnancy and being able to leave the hospital with a good report was just what I needed.
All looks great and he is 150% a HE. He was incredibly difficult the entire ultrasound except for the that one shot! He made us fight to see the 4 chambers of his heart, we had to fight to see his face, but when it came to the goods, he was ready! I would share the ultrasound picture with you, but I feel like it’s kind of Rated R, that’s how clear of a shot it is. He is measuring on track with a big ole noggin measuring a week ahead. Enter a small sigh of relief that I don’t have to figure out how to get that big ole noggin through a pea sized hole. #cesareanhumor
And finally, the best part of the whole week … we finally get to call him by his name! And let me tell you, it was no easy feat coming up with this name. It had three different spellings before its debut. Boy names are so hard! My husband and I both liked “Rowan,” but with it being a unisex name we really wanted to make sure we took the girly factor out of it. It was to be spelled “Rohen” for a few weeks until I got cold feet and feared everyone would over pronounce the “H” making it sound like Ro-HEN. So then, we compromised at “Rowen.” I got the “W” and my husband got the “E,” but after googling what would be the better choice we figured out Rowen is a derivative of Rowena which made us feel like it was the more feminine choice. About that same time, we received a children’s magazine in the mail that had lots of embroidered gifts and PJ sets and all the boy ones had the name “Rowan” on it. So we went back to google to determine if the “A” was really what we were comfortable with and found that it was the more masculine spelling for us. While the first name endured spelling drama, we’ve been set on his middle name since before we even knew we’d have a HE. Levi is a family name on my husband’s side. It belongs to his Grandfather who passed away when he was younger and it also happens to belong to his Uncle who is the Pastor who married us. So, Levi holds a lot of weight for us, and it only seemed fitting to incorporate it if we ever had a boy. Mykenzi is a 4th generation “Elaine” on my side, so now Rowan gets to carry on a family name on my husband’s side. I hope this makes them both proud that their names hold so much meaning.