I work in a lab at a hospital. My job is lab assistant so I basically do a little bit of everything, but a big part of my job is entering in all the results from tests that we can't do in-house and have to send to other places. One such test we send out is a newborn screen. Once a baby born at our hospital is 24 hours old we go up and draw blood from them, then it gets sent to a genetics lab which does a generic screen to let parents know early on if their child may have a serious medical condition. Because the babies are so young when we send out their blood work most of them haven't had their legal names approved yet, so we send out the tests under their mom's last name, then boy/girl mom's first name. When the results come in a week or so later whoever enters in the numbers also makes sure the baby's new legal name is on the documents. This is what I spend most of my morning doing.
Now, normally I barely register what the names actually are because after seeing one million different spellings of Jessica (Jessycaugh was by far the WORST) and other designer names for kids you start to loose faith in humanity. But about a week or so ago I got one that made my brain literally cease all function...*drum roll please* Renesmee Bella was this little girl's new first name. Now, I also get to see the first letter of the middle name and if I so choose I can go find what the middle name actually is. This particular name had the first letter S. Which I automatically decided stood for "sucks"...because really...it was all I could do to help keep my sanity. But no, this poor child's name was Renesmee Bella STEPHENIE....and that's when I think I blacked out for a little bit. Kid's mom? Like 15. And from what I found out from the doctor she hooked up with some guy based on his name (Edward) and orginally was going to give the kid up for adoption. Like, had these people paying all her bills because they were going to get the baby. Then, in August she suddenly decides having a baby WOULD be cool after all (a cookie for anyone who can figure out the twitard significance of that).
I haven't reported the newborn screens since. I might be damaged...but I can only imagine how hard life is gonna be for the little girl.