Welcome to the world Baby D3, it's good to have you here.
Even though I am seriously sleep deprived, battling with severe breast engorgement through over supply and fighting off mastitis, I can honestly say I absolutely love the newborn stage. I really really love it. I love it even when I still haven't got him settled at 1am and am up again for another hour and a half less than 2 hours later. I had remembered those first few sleepless nights after my other two, but I had definitely forgotten how bad they were. Indescribable.
Anyway, whine over. The nameless child is here and he only remained nameless for 24 hours. We had a short list of 5 names and although none of them jumped out at us as being "the one" before he was born, we were hoping once we met him one would just suit him better than the others. Of course none of the names fit. After a day of calling him "The Baby" we were beginning to get desperate - Calling him "The Baby" just felt so wrong. Desperation led us to explore family initials and special place names but these didn't work either. In the end he ended up with a name that basically, and rather loosely, translates to "Baby D3" and it suits him perfectly. The thing I love best about it is that it isn't a made up name but a really old fashioned English name and although it is somewhat unusual it has a real story behind it.