Baby Names
Monday, 23 January 2012
By
babyknowledge1
This has (to begin with) to be one of the most exciting things to
think about and discuss with your partner when you are pregnant. We
decided not to find out the birth of our baby before he was born so
we discussed (argued) about both girls and boys names, all the more
fun to have! I started off by getting hundreds of
'babyname' books out of the library and spent a large amount of
time sitting on my ever expanding arse reading through these or
surfing the net for unusual but cool names.
Now it was a little different for me
choosing a name. I am a teacher and I was adamant I didn't want to
use a name of a child that I had taught. I wanted a whole brand new
name for my brand new baby. Well I have been teaching nine years so
this did put a few road blocks in the way. Because of this I ended
up considering completely random, 'unprenounceable' names, all in
the quest for a 'new, untouched name'. Okay so Marmalade joy and
Pax were a little out there but I believed they were excellent
candidates for the 'final name list'.
As time went on, Phil (my partner in crime)
and I must have wallowed away many an evening reading section 'a to
z' of one of the baby name books. This would usually end with me
getting annoyed that he never liked any of the names I liked, to me
believing he was deliberately liking the names I hated just to be
spiteful and because he didn't love our unborn child enough
(pregnancy hormones). Also (mainly), 'name deciding night' would
end because the clock had struck half past eight, which was well
past my bedtime so I'd be getting tiredness cranky!
We (I) wrote list upon list, trying out a
few names to an imaginary baby, "Ethel, your dinner's ready",
"Ilsa, go and get your shoes on", etc but we still could not agree
on any names 'together'. In my pregnancy induced, irrational state
of mind I wondered wether I could ever live with Phil again if we
couldn't even agree on a bloody baby name! As my stomach began
to grow and my patience and kindness for human kind began to
diminish, I realised time was running out. What were we going to
do? Or in other words how was I going to get my own way?
Day 285 of my pregnancy, with still no idea
of a name, my contractions began. My backup plan was to wait until
Phil had seen me go through hell (i.e. labour), he would feel utter
love, devotion and admiration for me and see that I was the best
candidate to choose a name for our new little bundle. Well
after sleeping through a lot of my labour (thanks epidural) and
having a C-section, Phil wasn't quite so enamoured by my braveness
and inner strength so a name was still not agreed apon.
We now knew we
had a beautiful little boy who was beyond cute and had a look of
eskimo about him so that at least halved the potential
possibilities. We looked over the names again; mine fairly
reasonable, not too out there, Phil's -Conan the destroyer,
Mohammad (we are caucasian and semi non religious), Stuart (my
previous ex-boyfriend's name), to name but a few. You could see my
dilemma girls?
After baby unborn was three days old and he
hadn't slept longer than an hour and my mind was on wether I was
even up for the job of motherhood, I handed Phil my list and said
(spat) "choose one of these, I don't care anymore!" And so Zack
Albie's little life began.