Nope, I haven’t misquoted Johnny Cash. This is the name that number 2 son went under until the Wife and I decided in a name for him. You see, we’d got a name for a girl, we were both happy to call nipper number 2 Sophie if we had a girl. So in lieu of a name, we had a boy called Sophie.

My First Hello

We discussed several names. Some we both liked, others we disagreed on. Of the ones we liked there were a few problems. I like Dominic, but Lisa was a bit apprehensive about calling out for our boys in the park. She said rhyming names would lead to problems, especially for me. I’m mentally challenged and would have difficulty with Tom and Dom.

Lisa wouldn’t even discuss the name Jerry, which I felt was almost obligatory given his older brother’s name.

For a while, we had to call nipper number 2 Sophie. At least until we agreed that he should be called Ben.

So, say hello to Ben Edward Hurdman. He was born at 10:20 on the 2nd of April by c-section.

He weighed 7lbs 13oz and just like his brother he managed to knot his umbilical chord so a "normal" delivery could’ve lead to a very different result from the one we had, which appears to be a healthy, lively little boy. They are both very lucky that we have dedicated professionals in the NHS. It’s about time that the politicians started backing them up.*

Mum is doing well, as is the little fella himself. Even Tom has settled into life with a younger brother. It almost appears as though he’s already fallen into the role of protective older brother. Whenever Ben murmers Tom rushes to the Moses Basket to give it a rock and offer a reassuring "ssshhhhh" I prefer this to the many years we have ahead of us with them fighting over the lego.

Gazza

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