how marley got his name.
I think naming your baby is a very personal thing, and I used to get over-sensitive about it when I was pregnant. Everyone wants to know your name ideas are and will quite happily give their unsolicited opinion. I didn't really want to know what other people's opinions were so I learned pretty early on to just pretend we didn't have any.
The truth was, we had a name.
We had a girls name.
Pretty much from the six week mark we named our bump and that was bumps name right through to 39 weeks plus 5 days. We really were convinced our baby was a girl in my tummy.
Lost on boy's names, the night before my waters broke we had a 'naming party'. I was really stuck on getting a nice first-name-to-middle-name-to-last-name flow. Tav had ranked Marley on the top of his list.
"Marley?" I said
"I've never heard of that name before."
I accepted it onto our final short-list, even though my heart was already stuck on another boy's name.
Fast forward another day and we got into the car to drive to the hospital. Anxious, we turned on the radio to relax, and guess who was playing on the radio?
Tav said it was a sign, but I blew that off. My concern was elsewhere. Naming a baby sounded easy in comparison to the impending reality that I had to somehow get this baby out.
Baby boy was born later that afternoon, and if you've read my birth story, not all went to plan. Everyone was asking for a name, but I was still in a weird place and didn't feel like I could name him until I had properly held him in my arms, until I really felt like a mother with her child.
As I got to know my little boy, the name Marley kept popping into my head. I just couldn't get it out.
I suppose part of me was anxious about what people would think because it also reminded me of the movie Marley and Me. In the end, I realised that this was about our family, not about what other people thought.
And anyway, Marley and Me is a cool movie.
We named our son Marley Thomas Sila. Thomas for his great-grandfather. Sila is Tav's last name. And funnily enough, I've said it so many times now that it seems to flow just perfectly.
It turns out Marley means 'pleasant seaside meadow'. I suppose in some way he is my pleasant seaside meadow, my little escape, my serenity. I love that his name is unique, and I really couldn't think of a more perfect name for that cheeky little face.
Personalised stocking c/o Jenna at Miss Lucy's Boutique.