had just briefly begun discussing names before I went into labor, thinking that there was plenty of time to decide. I was wrong. Reaching up to grab Nev's hand, I pleaded, "He has to have a name. I won't have the baby until he has a name."
   "What are you talking about?" We'll pick one later."
   "No," I cried, "he has to have a name, right now! Help me pick one!" I was now straining not to push, I was determined to have a name before I had a baby.
   The entire room began to become concerned, trying to talk to me soothingly, they said that the baby was coming now, it was okay. Digging in, I tried to relax my body, refusing to let the next contraction cause me to push. I was determined that a name was going to...

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