She was "Baby W." until the day before she left the hospital.
Lia's full name is Lilia, my grandmother's name and also my older cousin's. It is a kind of superstition in our culture that when you name a child after someone, the child takes on characteristics of the original.
So although my grandmother was an incredible woman- selfless, loving, and beautiful, I still can't help but feel the anxiety of Lia acquiring my grandmother's vices as well.
Why chance it? If God decides to bless me with more children in the future, they'll have their own names... Not like I'll make up some crazy ass name with a string of vowels in the middle ending with an array of consonants and accent marks, which will probably only be pronounceable by a person with a Ph.D in Pig Latin... But I'll be creative and choose names that have no ties... no strings attached to anyone in our family. Maybe some name plucked out of British literature or the Bible or Asian mythology.