Like I said before, I had another baby. And this labor went really well. I would like to encourage all women to be induced instead of going into labor naturally. Okay, not really, but if you have to be induced, seriously, it’s awesome. I was worried about it. Needless.Harper finally made her appearance on Thursday, March 31st at 9:37 PM. She weighed 8 lbs., 7 oz., and was 21 inches long. She was 4 ounces heavier than Elliott, but 1/2 inch shorter. She had TONS of hair. We thought Elliott had lots of hair? No, that was nothing compared to this babe. And it’s funny, because currently (at 6 weeks) it does nothing but stand up like a mohawk. Which is funny and cute all at the same time.
We chose her name pretty much like we did Elliott’s–disagreeing a whole lot and then going with the first one we both liked. Although I’ve loved the name Harper since first reading To Kill a Mockingbird in fourth grade. (Yes, I loved the book then, but didn’t understand it completely until reading it again in high school. And I didn’t start to be in awe of it until teaching it when I was doing my student teaching.) Chris said he got to pick Elliott’s name (which I don’t remember happening, but whatever) so I got to make the majority of the decision this time. And I took advantage of that when choosing the middle name.
Kimery is my maternal grandmother’s maiden name; I’ve always felt like my babies should have some name from me also (and not just that I named them). I felt left out that they got to be Grahams and not Ritters also…and yes, I understand that having bore them, they are “technically” Ritters, but you know what I mean. I didn’t drop my maiden name when I got married (my middle name is now Elisabeth-Ritter) and at one time, years before we had kids, we had discussed hyphening our children’s names with Ritter also. I just wanted them to have my name. I loved my last name; it’s who I was for 25 years and who I still am.
I’m a Ritter.
And while we scrapped the hyphened middle name idea a long time ago, I needed something from my family in a name. So we made Harper’s middle name Kimery. Funny, but it’s not even from the Ritter side, but it’s my family. My grandma. My crazy, loving, knobby-fingered grandma that doesn’t always wear underwear and sometimes cusses just to shock her grandkids. And I want my kids to know her now while she’s here and remember her when she’s not, because that is better than giving them my family’s name–it’s better just to give them my family.
Harper meeting her big sister.
Welcome to the world, Harper Kimery. I pray you be kind, loving, patient, ornery, smart, and best friends with your sister. I can’t wait to see what you have in store for the world and how you will change it. God is going to write you an amazing story.