When I was a teenager, I thought I was going to have seven children–and I wanted all boys! I loved names ending in -n, and had picked out seven of them! [name]Evan[/name] [name]Michael[/name], [name]Landon[/name] [name]Connor[/name], [name]Davin[/name] [name]Jude[/name], [name]Kieran[/name] [name]Hunter[/name], [name]Mason[/name] [name]Riley[/name], [name]Declan[/name] [name]Jack[/name], and for some reason the seventh escapes me…
Anyhow, once I actually became pregnant (20 years later!) some of these names had become SO popular, and others I just didn’t like as well anymore. The only ones still on my list were [name]Davin[/name] and [name]Declan[/name], and I decided to make a whole new list, and this time included [name]Roman[/name].
[name]Roman[/name] stuck for a long time. The only thing that bothered me about it is that I have a cat named after [name]Tony[/name] Romo, called Romo. It seemed a bit too much for one household. But I loved the name so much, and I figured the cat won’t live forever (harsh as that sounds), so I stuck with it.
After a long, drawn-out process I also picked a middle name. McKale. M for my mother’s first name, C for my father’s first name, [name]Kale[/name] because [name]Cale[/name] is a form of [name]Charles[/name] (my dad’s name) and also short for [name]Caleb[/name], which was the name of a baby of a friend of mine who had passed away. I chose the K spelling, though, because my mother’s middle name is [name]Kay[/name].
So from 13 weeks (when I found out he was a boy) until 38 weeks, my baby was going to be [name]Roman[/name] McKale. I was given gifts with the name [name]Roman[/name] on them, and the cake at my shower said “[name]Welcome[/name] [name]Roman[/name]!” I even painted letters to go over his crib that spelled [name]Roman[/name].
But then 38 weeks into the pregnancy, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Blame it on hormones, but I called my mother and said, “That’s not his naaaaaaame!”
I briefly went back to [name]Davin[/name] [name]Jude[/name]–after all, I had loved it for 20 years. I painted new letters–[name]DAVIN[/name]. Two days later, same thing. That wasn’t his name.
I thought, and thought, and it popped in my head. A name I had briefly put on my list but quickly crossed off, for reasons I don’t remember. I called my friends, my sister, my mother, thinking they would all hate the name. They did not. My mother especially loved it. Her reaction convinced me–my son’s name would be [name]Cruz[/name]!
I still loved [name]Roman[/name], but couldn’t get past my cat Romo. But I figured it would be ok as a middle name.
[name]Cruz[/name] [name]Roman[/name] is now two years old. I do not regret naming him [name]Cruz[/name] at all, but do wish I had thought to find a middle name starting with W so he would have the exact same initials as my father. I am 8 weeks along with baby number 2, and if this one’s a boy, he will be [name]Canyon[/name] [name]Wilder[/name] for that reason. If it’s a girl though…I might be back here in 7 months with another crazy story to tell!