How did you decide on the names for your little ones?
I was given my Auntie’s middle name as my first name, and my paternal Granny’s middle name as my middle name. I’ve spent 45 years wishing that they were the other way round!
We didn’t know whether we were having a boy or girl when I was pregnant with Monkey. Everyone thought I was having a boy, I don’t think there were any bet’s on Bump turning out to be a girl.
Sadly, four and half months before Monkey was born, his paternal grandfather died. He was 91, but had been in relatively good health until a second broken hip took its toll. He caught pneumonia and never recovered. When we knew that he wouldn’t be coming home, I had it in my mind to name Bump after him if he did indeed turn out to be a boy. I didn’t tell my soon to be husband, as thought it might upset him. On the day he died, when we walked out of his hospital room, one of his nurses said ‘well you know what to call that baby now don’t you‘. That’s when I told my other half what I had also thought. It seemed to help him through those first days.
If Bump had been a girl I had already decided she would have been named after my maternal Granny. It was not up for discussion, I’ve never told my husband that! That wasn’t meant to be.
Anyway, it was immaterial, as when Bump joined this world, he was most certainly a boy, the spitting image of his Dad and Grandfather – so the name fit him like a glove.
When I look at Monkey I see his Grandfather a lot. I wonder what he would have made of Monkey; he was so looking forward to meeting his fifth grandchild, I’m sure he’s keeping a watchful eye on him.
My Brother and Father, both have two middle names and I wanted to carry that tradition on too. So Monkey has a little bit of my own father in his name and a bit of his great-grandfather. He’ll probably moan about it when he’s older; my brother has never liked having two middle names. We’ll see.