So...DS is now 8 months old, and I am embarrassed to say I am still having baby name anxiety. Our son's name is Hayes, which is a name that I have liked for a very long time (well before becoming pregnant or getting married), and is also a family name (it was my Grandmother's maiden name). While I was pregnant with our son, my husband and I decided not to discuss names we were thinking about with anyone including ALL friends and family members. We have a DD who is now 4 and we realized with her pregnancy that discussing name choices was not a good idea with our very opinionated loved ones. My husband and I talked a lot about names throughout the 9 months, and literally could not find even one that we both agreed on besides Hayes. We wanted something somewhat unusual, but not something too odd, and preferably with familial ties. My husband liked it too because his Grandmother's name was Hazel, which is similar.
When our son was born, his name got mixed reviews. I honestly thought that everyone would love the name, but that was not exactly how it turned out. Both of my parents loved/love his name- I think that was because they had both heard the name quite a bit since it was from my side of the family. My MIL, who has always been extremely opinionated and outspoken, made it quite clear that Hayes would not have been her 1st choice. My Father in law (who is very Italian, complete with accent) had trouble even saying it and it came out more like "ace" which now other family members jokingly call our son. To make matters more complicated, upon telling other people his name, many people thought we named him "Haze" not "Hayes" as in Purple Haze (haha!) which for whatever reason we were not expecting at all. I honestly thought more people would have heard of and/or known how to spell what I thought was a fairly common (last) name- I mean we had a President Hayes at one point!
Anyway, I feel ridiculous that I am even still agonizing over this at all, so much so that I do not even want to talk about it with my husband or any family members or friends. I still love his name and I know I always will and more importantly I hope he always will too. I just want to feel proud of it when someone says "Your son is so cute, what's his name?" When that happens I find myself quickly explaining that it's a family name and telling them it's spelled H-A-Y-E-S. Sometimes I feel like I'm justifying our naming decision to everyone who asks and sometimes wondering if our lives would have been easier had we named him something like Mike. This is just not how I want it to happen anymore or how I want to feel about it but I can't seem to move on. I love my DS so so much and I just do not want to have to even think about this anymore (or at least a lot less often). I know it's silly, and maybe it's partially still my postpartum hormones taking over, but I really need help to find some perspective in all of this.
Thanks for reading and any advice, perspective, whatever! you might be able to tell me would be very much appreciated.