I choose the names for my children myself. No, of course, we discussed them with my husband, and he even suggested his options, but the choice always remained mine. After all, the husband gives the surname and patronymic, and the name is my right, I earned it. By the way, we never consulted with relatives or older children when choosing a name. It’s none of their business, I believe.
My firstborn…
Strange feeling… Hugging my bearded son. My hands remember the little kitten weighing one and a half kilograms
At that time, I barely knew his father, and I also had a diagnosis of “secondary infertility,” so the pregnancy with this guy was a big surprise for both of us.
“You will give birth to a son for me, and I will name him Gleb…” That’s what Alexey said then, upon hearing the news that I seemed to be, kind of, but not exactly… pregnant… I just smirked and replied, “You know, I already have a son, and I will definitely give birth to a daughter. Don’t even doubt it.” Alexey just laughed at his daughter, saying that only boys were born in their family.
The ultrasound said it would be a boy. I was in such shock that something went wrong, as I planned to get, that I named my son Gleb.
My third son — Trofim Alexeyevich.
Pregnant for the third time and again with a boy, I wanted a name that no one else would have because Glebs and were everywhere even in 2008, even in our small town, I really liked the name “Fima.” Ephim sounded soft to me, perpetual growling… It sounded melodic to me, so I chose Trofim… Dad calls him Trofim Lightlexeich… In our town until recently, he was the only one.
My fourth son – Ivan Alexeyevich.
Every big family has one Vanyushka… The fourth time I was confidently expecting a daughter, Mary… No… It’s impossible that only boys are born. But the ultrasound said it was a boy. For some reason, I wasn’t even surprised anymore. Well, it didn’t work out with Masha, so let Vanya be. I wanted something kind, warm, soft, simple, and very familiar.
My fifth son .
When Vanya turned one, my dad passed away. The fifth pregnancy was calculated and planned. I clung to it as if to salvation. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have survived the nightmare that hit me after my dad passed away. At 8-9 weeks, I had a dream. My dad came to see the new baby. He came to the crib, took him in his arms, and said, “Hello, Nazar!”… In the morning, I already understood that I wouldn’t have a daughter again, and it would be a boy. I fell in love with the name Nazar immediately, although I never even considered it for myself; it was very “me,” melodic, and strong
Anatoly, Anatoly… You’re from torment, from pain… You’re from boredom, from tears… You brought joy to my soul… I am – Anatolyevna. And my son is Tolik. And he was born on February 19, on the day my dad died, and almost at the same time when my dad passed away. Tolik was unexpected, and when I calculated the approximate dates of delivery, I realized that I would give birth exactly on February 19. I don’t know why I was so sure. I didn’t want it, I postponed it, I went to the maternity hospital in advance so as not to strain myself unnecessarily, but on February 19, 2014, by the evening, exactly two years after my dad left, HE was finally born. So it’s Tolik.
In the seventh pregnancy, we were expecting a boy, Sema. I knew for sure that I wouldn’t have a daughter. After all, in my husband’s family, all the girls were passing, they only got married to them, no girls were born in their family. Naturally, everyone asked around, what if it’s a girl, what will you name her? And I would answer that if, someday, I have a daughter, she will only be Bogdana. At that time, I was actively blogging on Baby.ru, and that’s where everything was discussed and suggested. On November 24, SHE was born… And she was — Bogdana. It couldn’t have been any other way.
God, how much I read against this terrible name, all those who rejoiced about the pregnancy with the seventh son and found out that a girl was born poured a bucket of congratulations: “Wow, you waited so long for a girl and named her with a boy’s name,” “Poor girl, with such a mother she will suffer all her life, it’s awful to choose such a name for a girl,” “What kind of name is that for a girl, why did you ruin her life?”
But for me, it is the most girlish, the most beautiful, the most tender, and the most beloved name in the world…
Those who have been with us for a long time know that we were initially expecting a girl from the first ultrasound. We were happy that Bogdana would have a little sister.
And I dreamed of naming her Mira. But, on the second ultrasound, they said it was definitely a boy, again November, again Scorpio. Dad suggested Gregory, I resisted, how come, I didn’t come up with it. But my soul demanded a name with the letter “r”. And there’s also Gregory in “Quiet Don.” Well, it’s fate. Now we have Grisha growing up.
In the photo, it’s me and ALL MY CHILDREN…
That’s the story with the names that happened in our family. Do you think a mother can choose her child’s name herself? Or is it necessary to consult with “the world”?
