What happened to JACOB?

If you are a regular reader of this blog, then you know that our boy name during the pregnancy was Jacob. You also know that the purpose of this blog is to provide a journal for my children, so I wanted to explain to record for my son how his name was changed (literally) seconds before delivery. Some people have asked me if it was a trick to throw people off in order to keep our real name a secret, but it was not. Here is what happened...

After church on Sunday (the day before delivery) I was watching television in my bedroom and started thinking that I really didn't like the name Jacob for our son. I love the name itself, but I don't like that it did not have any meaning for our family. All of the other names that we have ever picked were named after someone. Jacob was just picked because I liked it. Anyway, Joey walked into the bedroom and asked what I was doing. I told him that I was thinking that I didn't want to name our son Jacob. He thought I was kidding, and I really think that he thought I was just playing with him.

Well, we kept talking about it all night. We were down to three names...Jacob, Joseph or Jackson. We both knew that we wanted to keep the initials JKG...Joey's initials are JKG. I loved Jackson, but again he wouldn't be named after anyone. I also didn't like that I would always think of the president Andrew Jackson when I said my children's names. So, we were down to Jacob or Joseph. We both liked Joseph, but could not agree on what to call him. Joe Glasgow would be a rhyming name, Joey might be too confusing, and I just didn't really like Joseph as a first name. The more I thought about the name Joey, the more I really started to like it, but I was now thinking that maybe I was making a bad decision switching from Jacob. We decided to let Andrew pick. We crumpled up paper with names on it, placed the paper on his highchair, and agreed to go with whatever he selected. Well, he picked Jacob. I realized that I did have a preference because I was sad that he had selected that piece of paper. Joey and I decided to discuss it later because we said that we might be having a girl anyway.

The next day at the hospital, we still did not have a name. Our nurse and doctor both weighed in on their opinions and it is pretty much all that Joey and I talked about before the delivery. Honestly, I felt a little sorry for our nurse who had to hear us talk about it for hours. We went back and forth so many times. I was even having contractions as we were talking. At one point I said, I can't talk about this anymore until I get an epidural!

A few minutes before delivery, we decided that the official name would be Joseph Keith Glasgow, but we were still unsure of what we would call him. However, when the baby was born (before I was even told if it was a boy or a girl) I saw his face. He looked just like Joey, so we went with that. I do admit that it is confusing at times. It seems as if many people are calling him Baby Joey, and I am okay with that. That is not something that will stick through life like Jr. or (my least favorite) JJ for Joey Jr.--I will hurt you if you call my child that! We will figure out a system that works, but I can't think of a better person to be named after!