Our little boy is 10 days old today. He is divine. He sleeps and feeds, feeds and sleeps.
I’ve not had an ‘easy’ baby before and it is a revelation. Wow. I could do this again and again .
He looks so much like S did when he was a baby that I find myself often wondering what might have been if S hadn’t suffered such trauma at his birth….would he have been an ‘easy’ baby too??? I rarely play the ‘what if’ game, but I guess new mummy hormones and this gorgeous little bundle means I am allowed to have that odd fleeting thought about what may have been my first experience as a parent IF things had been different….
AND this gorgeous, divine, sleeping little boy does not yet have a name.
He’s had 2 already, but neither have stuck.
And now as I hunt around for a third – the ‘perfect’ name – my husband has started to just roll his eyes and wonder if I’ll ever find a name that I think is ‘right’.
Maybe he’s right. But I LOVE my other boys names. They are perfect. AND I want this little guy to have the perfect name too. A name that belongs to him, suits him and becomes him.
I have one in mind. It’s lovely. I just have to convince my husband that this time I’ll be happy with it and that it will be a ‘keeper’.
As for the little boy. I don’t think he minds. He’s too busy sleeping and gurgling and getting lots of cuddles.
M calls him (constantly and with much love and affection) ‘baby brother’. He is not at all jealous as I’d feared and seems much happier about the ‘baby brother’ than he ever did about the ‘baby in the tummy’. He laughs whenever his little brother gets the hiccups and is LEARNING to be gentle as he pats his head or touches his face (and learning not to poke his fingers into his eyes or his mouth for a reaction).
And S adores him too. He tells me that the baby is his best friend. And he also tells me that we don’t need a new name. His name is ‘Ogol’. Well at least someone is sure about a name .