When I was 16, my then girlfriend and I, very much in love at the time, in that way only teenagers can be, found she was pregnant. A bit shocked but over the moon, we decided to wait before telling anyone. Sadly, soon after, she lost the baby. It was before she had begun to show so noone else knew, and one thing led to another and we split up. About 14 years later we started talking again. In the mean time she had married and has a lovely little boy and I got married too and have a cat and a dog. A couple of years ago we reminiced about what it would have been like if the little one had made it into this world and it was all very emotional. Then she told me a little story that blew me away. She had been to see a clairevoyant. She, unprompted, told her not to worry about the girl with a flowers name, that she is fine and with her granny who loves flowers. Not really knowing what she meant, my ex went home to find in her garden, that all her Lillies had gone. When she told me, I explained that my Mum, who died when I was little, although not a keen gardener, absolutely loved flowers. Maybe a bit silly I suppose but from then on whenever we spoke of the baby that never made it, we have referred to her as Lily, and that she is with my Mum.
So, I suppose if I ever have a girl it would have to be Lily.
