July 24, 2008

Capulet vs Montague

Having children makes you think and prepare for things that you never thought you'd need to prepare for. I'm not specifically referring to things like drawing up a will, baby-proofing the house, or kissing your line-free face goodbye, although of course those things happen too (and should Angus and I both peg it the babies and our life insurance payouts go to Angus' younger brother, aka the sane one, and my father and stepmom, who have agreed to work out an arrangement whereby the babies will be happy and very comfortable. I'm hoping we don't punch out though, as I'm sure our families echo - people may talk big but when it comes to inheriting twins - particularly runty often ill ones - it's the kind of thing that turns bowels to water.)

No, what I'm referring to here is naming.

Names are a big deal to me, and getting the babies' names right was hard. Angus and I both have names we dislike - I hate my real middle name, Angus hates his real first name. We both aren't keen on Angus' real last name which is why the babies may be stuck with it but when/if Angus and I ever marry, I'm keeping my own name.

Melissa and Jeff's real names are a combination - both of them have one Swedish name and one English name so that they can choose which name to go by based on where they live. We debated doing something similar for Nick and Nora. That ship ran aground fast.

"American names and English names are the same - John, Kate, Joshua," I say.

"American names and English names aren't the same," Angus counters. "We don't name our kids 'Candy' and 'Crystal' and Billy Bob'."

"No, you name your kids 'Prunella' and 'Nigel' and 'Princess Tiaami'. That's not even mentioning 'Fanny' - naming your kid after a beaver! Sheesh!" I retort. Making fun of American names. The nerve! I don't tell him I like the name Shiloh and always have done, but that name's been looted. I also don't mention that I think the name Nigel is good. And luckily he's never heard of Ma Joad or else the teasing would never end.

We drew up a list early on of boys' names and girls' names. Melissa and Jeff joined in, which is where the names "Wayne" and "Krusty" came from (thanks Jeff). Everyone was allowed to put names down freely. Vetoes were had in the next round - unless three of the four liked it, the names went.

It was painful.

I love the name Lily, for example. And Ava. Sabine I didn't even mention, which I've crushed on since finding Griffin and Sabine many years ago, because over time you just know what is and what isn't going to go down well with your partner. Sebastian, Oliver, and Benjamin are also favorites that I put on the list. They got the cut early on. As did Evangeline, which I loved once I heard it on House of Eliott (although I agreed with the vetoing of that name because really - pretentious much?) Madeline got cut courtesy of the McCann hubbub. But at least I wasn't alone - Angus' loss of Stephanie, Dominic, and Marcus saw him levelled onto my even playing field.

We also had to take into account things like nicknames and double-meanings, courtesy of half of this family being Swedish. Some names got ruled out as they would rhyme in Swedish with things like "poop" and "sausage". Not that the names meant that, but seriously if you do that "Mark Mark Mo Mark, Banana Fana Fo Mark" thing with some of the names, it turned ugly. Other names got cut because in Swedish the pronunciation is different and we felt that got too complicated. For example the name "Amy" - there is no equivalent of it in Swedish and the "y" becomes an "oo" sound. Naming a kid "Aimoo" feels a bit like we expect her to perform at a water park and catch fish in her teeth.

We also had to consider the playground factor.

"We're not naming a kid 'Noah'," Angus said, crossing it off the list. "That's going to see him beat up daily at the school yard."

We lost the list towards the end of the pregnancy, unfortunately - I wish I had it as it would've been a nice momento. But we knew what we liked, which was handy considering the babies made a rather unscheduled arrival.

When the babies were born we had a list of 5 names for each of them. We honestly didn't know what either of them would be called, we just knew that the names would come from the list of 5. Nora's real first name we were largely sure about because it simply felt so completely right. Of the names, we made sure that some of them were Scottish to fit in with Angus' family's tradition of naming each boy a Scottish first name. All of the names are simple, traditional ones. You won't find a Jaedeyn or a Boo or anything like that. We like things real, including using normal spellings for names (which is driven by us both, but particularly by Angus as his real name is spelled a number of ways and his Mum chose a most unusual one, which means he's always spelling his name to people on the phone.)

When we went into the operating theatre, we had the following names:

For Nick:

Alexander
Harvey
Gordon
and the two names that Nick was named in the end.

I ruled out Harvey fairly quickly (I was never sure if Angus chose that name to honor his favorite beer or not) and we decided Alexander was too much a mouthful as Angus' last name is quite long, too. Nick was inches away from being named Gordon, it was honestly almost a toss-up, but in the end we chose a first name we both love (but which Americans without fail mispronounce, as it was once a name of a sitcom character who also mispronounced the name). I can reveal that Nick's real middle name is one of my favorite names - his real middle name is Elliot. I love it.

Nora's name list was:

Alice
Emma
Eleanor
and the two names that Nora was eventually named.

I've always loved the name Eleanor. I can't explain why, I just adore it, but it's why I've always referred to Eleanor Roosevelt as Mrs. Roosevelt here on my blog as I was so certain I wanted to use the name Eleanor someday. In the end Nora's real first name was the one we thought would be her first name. It fits her, and I abbreviate it to a boys' name. Nora's real middle name is Fiona, a name that we also both love and could have considered for her first name had her real first name not been so absolutely right.

Both babies have an English/American name and a Scottish name. It can be their choice when they grow up what they want to be called, we don't mind. The truth is Angus and I actually love both of the babies' first and middle names. I know other people may not be crazy about our choices, but Angus and I feel we've done good.

So tell me, since I have no chance of stealing your name as I'm not having any more kids and as these two have passports and they're such a fucking headache to obtain that there's no way I'm changing their names - what are your favorite names? I'm curious if we're way off base with our name list or not.

-H.

PS - remember the UTERUS auctions held in April? Thank you so much to those of you who hyped it, bidded, donated, bought, or even wished for help. You made a difference. Have a drink today, you earned it.

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July 09, 2008

Someone Needs Your Help

Back in April I told you about my friend Vicki. Her twin boys were born early and born ill after a very scary, dangerous delivery, a delivery that kept Vicki in hospital for a while.

Her boys had a hard start - a long stay in NICU for both of them, and they weren't well.

Vicki was discharged from the hospital and took up a temporary local residence to be close to her boys.

One of her sons, J, was discharged from the hospital in May. He had similar issues to Nick - jaundice, poor feeder, tiny. But he started to grow and started to thrive.

Vicki's other son B stayed in hospital. He needed a shunt. He needed heart surgery. They tried to operate but his blood pressure plummeted.

Vicki went quiet about mid-June. I hadn't heard from her. I worried.

I heard from her last night - her little boy, B, passed away the 22nd of June.

Once again, please, I am asking your help for words of love and encouragement for my friend - you can comment here as she's back online and reading, or you can send me an email and I'll forward it to her. We can't make this better, we can't make this go away, but we can let her know she's not alone in the world as she faces both her grief for B and her hopes for J. I just desperately hope to garner some words of support and kindness for my friend, who has a hole in her heart now.

-H.

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July 03, 2008

Meltdown

I had a post about the babies being 9 months old today, complete with photos and all, but that'll have to wait as I go into a complete and total meltdown, complete with sobbing and shouting and hysterics. What finally pushed me over the edge wasn't the chicken pox or the plasterers or my broken vanity or Angus' bad moods or my 3 week old cold or money or work or the miserable fucking weather or the bat or anything remotely resembling something that looks like anything. It's the fact that tomorrow is Independence Day where I come from and courtesy of building it's going to be just another day of hellish renovations and stress.

I've hit my proverbial wall and can't take another day of this.

Be back shortly.

-H.

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July 02, 2008

Hang On

The cavalry arrived last night to help, which is good because between builders (Helen and Angus? Yeah. We need the bathrooms tiles this weekend, the bedrooms painted so we can lay the floor down, and the sockets fitted. Good luck!), plasterers (who thoughtfully broke the mirror on my Edwardian vanity, but are paying to replace it and have gifted our home with that fabulous new plaster scent, which is somewhere between burnt hair and mildew), workload gone mad, colds, chicken pox, and my PMS, I was rapidly heading towards a meltdown.


Quiet time


Still no sign of the pox on Nora, and we're beginning to suspect it's what Rose commented yesterday - Nora's going to catch them from Nick, and she's in the incubation period, so we'll have several solid weeks of hell. The good news is, Nick has had no new spots appear in 24 hours, so we are hoping this means an end is finally in sight.

Be back tomorrow.

-H.

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