I have had this name saved since primary school. PRIMARY SCHOOL.
I was sitting on the train home reading through my Facebook newsfeed. When there it was. The baby announcement that stopped me mid scroll.
“Welcome to the world our beautiful daughter Rose! Mum and bub are doing well. They’re both very happy and healthy.”
It was my cousin and his wife who had just welcomed their child, a gorgeous little girl. But while it was a moment where I should have been happy, all I could do was gawk at the announcement and feel incredibly sick.
They had stolen my baby name.
Please do note, I use the term ‘stolen’ loosely.
There was no prior conversation. I didn’t know what they were thinking of naming her.
Conversely, they had no idea the name that they had chosen for their daughter, my now second cousin, was the exact name I had been wanting to call my own daughter one day.
Ever since I was a little girl. I do have a partner but we are not engaged or planning to start a family any time soon. So when I told friends and close family how upset I was, I received a chorus of, “But you’re not even pregnant. You can’t hold a baby name.”
I understand all of this. I totally get it. I even kind of agree. I’m not trying to deny that what they’re saying is true. But I can’t help but feel that the name has been stolen from me.