How Megan Got Her Name

The day before Megan's birth was my 35th birthday so Dan and I went to Caribou Coffee to celebrate. We brought his laptop so we could decide on our newest daughter's name--no need to have a Jane Doe for two days like poor Emily.

As we were scanning the various websites, Dan really stuck with Megan. Since we'd been considering Keira or Kaylee or something along those lines for a few months, I was surprised, especially since it takes me awhile to get used to small things like a new haircut let alone big things.

He said, "Hey, you got to name the other three." Being the submissive wife that I am, I gave in. He compromised and let me pick the middle name...which I didn't do that night.

While in surgery the next day, the doctor recommended I have a tubal ligation ("sterilization" is what it says on the consent form). When she was doing the incision, she noted that the uterine wall was already separated. The only thing holding Megan in the womb was the amniotic sac (I think I'm getting all this medical stuff correct). If I had had intense contractions, serious complications could have arisen with Megan's birth. Any further pregnancies probably would not result in full-term healthy babies and would probably create complications regarding my health as well.

So when Megan was delivered safe and sound and I heard her crying, knowing she was my last baby and that she was safe, I cried also and decided Joy was definitely a perfect middle name for her. We've been gifted with four healthy, beautiful daughters--a blessing I could not have imagined.