In the days following her birth, the hospital was calling at home and my hospital room asking for a name for the baby. We had a few in mind from before I went in the hospital, but we thought we had several weeks to decide. We wanted a Russian name, to go with her Russian heritage. Sophia and Eva were the current contenders. However, I wanted to meet her before we named her. I had to get out of ICU in order to meet her. So, we kept stalling.
She was born on Tuesday. I got out of ICU on Saturday. I finally met her on Sunday. And spent some more time with her on Monday. Vera had brought the baby names book in the hospital so we could look things up. I had the idea that her name should some how describe the way she came into this world and thrived through difficult circumstances. So I suggested that we look for a name that meant life or strength and endurance. Vera liked the idea, so she went home a looked up names that meant life on the Internet and printed the list. Zoe was the absolute best one on the list. It means life in Greek and French, and also has a Russian derivative, Zoya. Perfect! Russians traditionally don't have middle names, plus we decided to hyphenate her last name. By Tuesday I had let the hospital know, that we finally had a name.
And that's how our baby girl got her name.
The life and times in the House of Chreblett
