A Rose by any other name…

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It’s only natural that the question after the question of baby’s gender would be baby’s name. *le sigh*. One would think that the public would remember how they came to know Amelia’s full name: from the complimentary birth announcement SMS courtesy of BabyBoom. Really, only Henk and I knew her full name. They family speculated and some tried to guess – I nipped that in the bud real quick. And some extended family only found out about my pregnancy when they received said sms…oops.

This time round Henk is adamant to be fully in charge of choosing a name. I told him that he was involved with Lili’s name as well; I made suggestions and expected his input. His input was to agree, so I still see her name choosing as being as democratic as two people can be. His version is of course different. I’ll just blame pregnancy hormonal surges and selective amnesia.

Which brings us to Mr not-so-very-traditional stamping his foot and insisting the second daughter’s name will be the daddy’s choice and also the paternal grandmother’s name(s). This is all good and fair, baring in mind mom-in-law has 4 (four) traditional Afrikaans names. This can present trouble filling in government service request forms as there might be too little space to cram all those characters in.

It’s not that I have anything against traditional family names; I think they are beautiful and need a place in our heritage. That’s how Lili got Elizabeth as a second name, honoring both her grandmothers. I’ve seen way too many nuutskeppings on facebook to have me cringing for a week. Combining parent’s names to create a unique baby name can be special, fitting and quirky. It’s just not for me. I’m not a fan.

So Henk and I are juggling a few names around. There’s not even a slim chance of having a non familial first name. But I argued against two big, familial names and a combination nickname; highlighting facts like hospital admission where health care workers would call your first name, and you might not register that they’re talking to you (a cousin has this problem). Or being assigned a generic email address in a big company using your first name (I speak from experience on this one. Not my own email though, but those of colleagues where if you don’t know that Bill-Bob in procurement was christened William Robert, you won’t find him on the internal contact list).

So we’ve been narrowing names down while Henk is recovering in hospital (not too serious, just a laparoscopic cholecystectomy). And no, I’m not telling what we decide on 😉 you’re going to have to wait for the birth announcement sms.

About Tracy

I'm a thirty-something wife and mother. We live in a small town in Namakwaland where I manage an even smaller ClinPath lab.
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