For eight months, my husband and I cherished the perfect name for our baby girl—until my mother-in-law revealed it belonged to one of his ex-girlfriends. Her announcement left me questioning everything, but we soon discovered she had shared the secret only because she disliked our choice. My husband firmly reminded her, “This is our child, and choosing her name is our decision.” When our daughter arrived, we kept the name we loved—and the moment we held her, it became hers alone.
