Many of us fantasize about what we're going to name our children for years. I had gone back and forth for with names like Ethan or Gavin if I had a boy, but I really didn't have a girl name.
Since there was an Ethan in our family already, my husband picked Ben's name after we found out we were having a boy. At our ultrasound for EmmyLu, I was convinced she was a boy because I really didn't think I would be lucky enough to have a girl and a boy. I laid there in disbelief with no name.
With Ben, he was Ben was 18 weeks on. With EmmyLu, she was just baby until 33 weeks because my husband and I couldn't agree on names. I liked Riley but my husband thought that was too boyish. Then I asked him if we could name her after my mom; Mary Lucille (MaryLu). How could he say no to that? Instead of calling her Mary, we'd call her Lucy.
At 34 weeks, I went on bed rest because my blood pressure was high and I worked from home on my couch. So blasting Minnesota Public Radio's The Current, I worked 4 hours a day trying to prep my team for 12 weeks maternity leave (which was my eventful departure 12 weeks after that).
A song called "Emmylou" by the Swedish Indie Rock Band First Aid Kit was playing a couple times a day. It talks about singer Emmylou Harris (whom she met when she was 4 months old) and other singers, and since I'm a sucker for steel guitar and folk songs, I feel in love with this song. Even though naming my daughter after her grandmother would have been a nice tribute (my mother was actually named after her maternal grandmother), Emmy Lucille just seemed to stick in my mind.
Even though she looked very much like me when she was born, and I look very similar to my mom, EmmyLu just seem to fit her better.
With Ben, everyone knew what his name would be. With EmmyLu, it was a nice surprise to wait and tell everyone our perfect name after her arrival.