That is my Squeaker, at one day old, eyes still not opened and mostly arms and legs. She’s my youngest child, his youngest child, and the youngest of five children all together. Between the two of us, we have a 16 year old (mine), 13 year old (mine), 11 year old (his), and a 7 year old (his). And obviously, together, we have her.
Clearly, I didn’t name my youngest child Squeaker; that’s just one of her many nicknames (Chunk, Princess, Grumplestiltskin- to name a few) and the only one she’s had since the very beginning.
But what’s in a name?
I realize, of course, that anyone friended to me on Facebook or Twitter will know what her first name is and more than likely, what her last name is. But, I choose to use her nickname online for a measure of privacy. Just as I won’t readily name the first names of my kids or his. Mine, you’ll know, and that’s fine. But, if I can provide some measure of protection for my kids, great.
So, why Squeaker? Simple. When she was younger, for roughly the first two months or so, she would get hiccups two to three times daily. At that time, she sounded like a squeaky toy. When I was still pregnant with her, she would get the hiccups three to four times a day during the last trimester. I was always amused by that and even more so after her hiccups continued after she was born. She still gets hiccups, just not as frequently as she used to. But, the nickname stuck.