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Wednesday, January 15, 2014

What's in a name? (Part 2)

Brooke


I've always had a secret phobia of not being able to get pregnant with a second baby. This fear probably stems from the fact that my sister and I are 7 years apart. That's how long it took for my mom to have her second baby: me!

By nature, I am a very impatient person, but when we started trying for baby number 2, I was more anxious and antsy than even I expected. After 6 months of trying and still not pregnant, I started to really worry. Then I remembered a story my mom had told me about the circumstances surrounding her second pregnancy.

It was Mothers Day 1985. My maternal grandmother, Irene Brooksby Shamo, had previously had a stroke and was unresponsive. My mom sat by her hospital bed and knew that she was dying. She began to talk to her mom. She asked her that when she got to heaven, if she could please send her another baby. My grandma passed away not long after that, and a short time later, my mom found out she was pregnant with me. I've always felt very close with my Grandma Shamo even though I never got to meet her in this life. My mom and dad always told me that my grandmother had picked out the best baby in heaven and sent me to them. I believe this is one of the reasons my Grandma Shamo and I have such a strong connection. 

So when I wasn't pregnant, I decided to do what my mom had done...

One day I started to talking to my Grandma.  I told her I knew she was in heaven and had a baby picked out just for me, and if she could send him/her my way that I would take good care of it.  And if it was a girl, I would name her after her in some way.  We decided on Brooke for Brooksby, her maiden name. This was back in November 2012.  I thought for sure I would be pregnant by Christmas, and I could tell everyone Christmas morning that Grandma Shamo had sent me a Christmas present and I was going to have another baby.  Well that didn't happen, obviously, and I was a little disappointed.  But I didn't forget, and I knew Grandma Shamo was working on it.  Imagine my shock when I did find out I was pregnant just a couple months later, and the due date was December 18, right in time for Christmas!  I could almost hear Grandma saying, "I couldn't make it happen for last Christmas, but your baby will be here this Christmas." And she was! She was born December 14, my parent's wedding anniversary. I knew she was a little piece of heaven sent straight from my grandmother.


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