It’s been a little while, but news this big calls for a blog post! On Sunday Morning, May 29 Dayna went into labor and we headed to the hospital in Encinitas. We arrived at about 6:30 and by 10:05 am, we had a new little boy in our family. Because Dayna had a previous C-section, the delivery was considered “high-risk” and so there was some nervousness and some extra precautions taken by the doctors and nurses. But everything went well and so there we were holding this little boy.
Unlike our other four kids, we had the hardest time thinking of a name for this little guy and we didn’t even have much of a short list before he was born. I think we were hoping that he would be born and either the heavens would open and a heavenly messenger would come down and tell us the name or that he would be able to speak for the first half hour and be able to tell us his own name. Unfortunately, neither occurred. So we talked it over and even had the nurse bring in a baby name book that we went through. Even in the end when we decided to go with Noah McKay Woolley, we didn’t have an overwhelming feeling that it was right, but we had no feeling that it was wrong either, so there it is.
After about a week of calling him Noah, Dayna started to reconsider and wondered if we should call him McKay. That was on the next Sunday morning. So we decided to try an experiment and call him McKay for the week. But at church, about 50 people told us how they loved the name Noah and how it fit him perfectly. (Yes, you read that right, Dayna and Noah both attend church the next Sunday… She’s a trooper). So we abandoned the name-change plan and we’ve decided to stick with Noah. It’s grown on me and I like it a lot now.
We’re going through the normal newborn stuff with laundry every day and lack of sleep, but we feel tremendously blessed to have a happy and healthy baby boy.
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