Diary

It’s a strange thing, naming a baby.

It’s not as if you really choose.

More as if the baby tells you.

That’s how it was with Bump. She was born a week early by C section and I had a sense it would take about a week for her name to appear.

“Evie” arrived the other day. Not Eve. Evie. And there was a name missing, somehow.

“Caitlin” appeared at three in the morning the day before yesterday. And then we all spent twenty four hours testing it out before we knew for sure this morning.

And that’s exactly who she is.