Convinced he was a girl

From being a teenager I had decided that when I had a baby girl she would be called Jessie Anne, after both of my grandmothers. No matter what anyone said to me I stuck with the name.

I was 23 years old when I became pregnant and I was convinced I was carrying a girl and she was going to be called Jessie Anne. My partner agreed, because he knew I loved the name. We talked about boys names but could not find a name we liked and did not think we would need a boys name.

We agreed that if it was a girl I would pick the name and if it was a boy then my partner would pick the name. He chose Callum. I did not really like the name, but was so convinced the baby was a girl that it did not really matter.

I went into labour 9 weeks early and after a ultrasound scan the doctor inadvertantly told me the baby was a boy. I was shocked!! I accepted that my baby was a boy and was called Callum. After 5 days of the doctors trying to stop my labour, I finally went into full labour. A few minutes before I delivered my son, I insisted to my partner that I hated the name Callum and my son would not be called Callum.

I changed my mind once he was born (it only took 3 minutes to deliver him) and saw he was definately Callum.

That was 10 years ago. I would have loved to have had more children, especially a girl to call Jessie Anne, but that is no longer possible and I am so happy with my gorgeous Callum.