The arrival of Harper Seven Beckham this week started me thinking about baby names.
Choosing a name for a tiny pink newborn is one of the hardest tasks in the world. How can you possibly know whether something so small and wrinkly is going to grow into an Oliver or a Jasper when you haven’t even had chance to get to know him yet?
Hubby and I disagree on everything. Buying a house took a year of arguments, when it comes to decorating we have to buy 10 different paint testers to try out every possibility before we finally reach a unanimous decision, even deciding which take-away to order can take us a whole evening. Thankfully we had a whole nine months to come up with four names, well two really as their middle names are their grandfather’s so half the work had been done for us.
It involved lots of lists – long long lists that became shorter as my belly grew bigger. I think we knew at the start which two names stood out among the rest but we wanted to make sure they were right, like when you’re shopping for new shoes you want to see everything in the shop but still end up coming back to the first pair you tried on.
One thing we did agree on was that we wanted the names ready before they were born. A friend of mine had an unnamed baby for a whole two weeks as she wanted to get to know it first and find a name to fit. I couldn’t handle that as I’m too much of a control freak and would hate not knowing the name of my own baby.
My twins were named while they were in my tummy a couple of months before they were born. I got to know the boys as L and R (no they’re not called Left and Right or Lionel and Ritchie) instead of Twin1 and Twin2 long before I saw their faces. This made the C-section a terrifying experience as I had to make sure everyone in the room (and there were A LOT of people in the room) understood which baby was which and make sure they got tagged quickly so they didn’t get mixed up. I felt sick at the thought of T1 being accidentally called R and T2 being called L for the rest of their lives. That would just be wrong.
It’s funny looking back at our old shortlist. None of the names on it matter now as I realise they could never have been called anything else.