The First Night

The second update in a day!  Now that is unusual.  I trust that you have all voted for your favourite name, if you are reading this before 05:25 (GMT) on Friday 15th March 2013 then you still have time click here to cast your vote.

So for the first time for one of our children (and let us face it probably the only time) our son spend his first night at home.  Éowyn spent her first night in an incubator in ICU away from Lucinda, while Amélie spent hers in a cot at the side of Lucinda’s bed in the Joan Booker ward of St. Peters.  But because junior arrived at Oh my god it’s early in the morning he was able to be discharged by the both the paediatric and midwifery teams and released into the wild.

Nanny Fran also stayed the night to give us a hand and give Nanny and Granddad a night off too so that they could recover from the previous night and looking after the girls.  Éowyn and Amélie convinced Nanny Fran to read them their bedtime stories and Lucinda put her head down while I looked after my son in the lounge.  He had fed continuously from the moment he was born until lunchtime (or at least it felt like that for Lucinda) but then had only had a couple of feeds for the rest of the day.  He had obviously filled up and was waiting for his digestive system to kick in before he needed to eat again.  His digestive system did kick in and the pooey nappy that is the sign that his digestion is working made an appearance.

Lucinda managed a whole 3 hours sleep before I woke her to feed junior.  He fed and I managed just over an hour’s worth of sleep before the first of the sleepless nights that we will no doubt experience over the next few months.  I managed to sneak off a sat away fro everyone with him for a couple of hours but had to wake Lucinda at 04:30 for a feed.  I then passed out while Lucinda fed him.  At 05:15 the girls woke up but thankfully I never heard them and they went downstairs where Nanny Fran looked after them.  Junior then decided that he would finally go to sleep and so Lucinda and I managed to sleep until 07:00.  It seemed like bliss!

As Éowyn and I left the house to go to school a little egret stood on our lawn as if it had flown from Africa to pay its respects to the Bagnall boys – and I thought it was supposed to be a stork that delivered the babies!  Éowyn looked forward to going to school because she was excited to tell everyone that she had a little brother.  I returned home where Lucinda, Nanny Fran and I had a relaxing day with Amélie and junior.  It was nice especially half keeping an eye on the voting of the name that you guys like.  It seemed like a strange idea when I first thought of it but it has seemingly really caught all your imaginations and although junior hasn’t yet got a name I feel that he is a part of all your lives already.

Amélie was a cutie all day and kept requesting to hold her brother.  We thoroughly encouraged this but she is a little heavy handed with her and quickly gets bored holding him but it is all good in the bonding process.  Nanny Fran left in the early afternoon and then I collected Éowyn from school.  The teachers said that she had been tired, I feared that this meant that she had been naughty but no, she had just been quiet and not her usual self.  We put this down to excitement and the fact that she had been awake since 0515.  So we had a quiet afternoon and got them to  bed early.

Dinner (Tea, if you speak English correctly) was provided by Nanny and Granddad who cooked a Shepherd’s Pie for us and used the excuse (not that they need one) to come round for a munch of their latest grandchild.  It is so nice to have them so close and they will see a look of their second grandson.

The girls are in bed and junior is being quiet and all is good with the world.  I leave you with the latest photos, a bumper crop compared to yesterday and ask you to tune in tomorrow for another update (if I can manage it) and to view the results of the name poll.  We will announce the name as soon as we have managed to convince ourselves that we have chosen wisely.

Peace and Love


Your thoughts please…

As you will have read yesterday we are struggling with our choice of name for our son and we thought that we would invite input from our loyal readers.  We want him to incorporate both of his grandfathers’ names and so he will be called Ezra John (or Ezra-John) but it is whether he has a first name of his own that is the current decision and if so what it should be.  Therefore we invite your input and you have until 05:25 on Friday 15th March to cast your vote below.


What shall we call our son?

  • Ezra John Bagnall (33%, 27 Votes)
  • Noah Ezra John Bagnall (32%, 26 Votes)
  • Jacob Ezra John Bagnall (27%, 22 Votes)
  • Theon Ezra John Bagnall (9%, 7 Votes)

Total Voters: 82

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Yes, it is comfy
Yes, it is comfy

What’s in a name?

At 05.25 (GMT) on Wednesday 13th March 2013 in the hospital of St. Peters, Chertsey, Surrey our third child, and first son was born weighing 8lb 13oz (4.01kg).  Unlike his sisters he doesn’t seem to have inherited the Badger ears but does have the Bagnall nose as so will have to learn the Bagnall nose rub.

Now usually this is where we would officially announce his name and explain any meanings (if any) behind the choice of name.  Unfortunately Lucinda and I cannot agree on a name.  Now you may think that we have had nine months (and at least 5 knowing that he was a boy!) to make this decision but the names we had on the shortlist don’t seem to suit him.  That may sound a like strange and maybe it is the sleep deprivation that we are both experiencing but we will take a few days to reflect but rest assured you will be the first to find out.

His arrival in this world was relatively straightforward.  Yesterday afternoon Lucinda started feeling some discomfort that she likened to period pains.  We were not convinced until later that evening that this was it.  Yes, he was a couple of days late but that means nothing.  However Lucinda’s parents were put on standby for baby sitting duties  I explained to Éowyn and Amélie that it was possible that Bilbo bump (the nickname that he has had in the womb – and one we are fighting against it becoming his real name) wanted to come and meet them.  If he did then Mommy and Daddy would go to hospital and when they woke up Nanny and Granddad would be here.

It was about 23:30 when we decided it was time, Nanny and Granddad came round and we drove to St Peters.  Maternity triage was full and we had to wait for over an hour before Lucinda was examined.  The midwife recognised Lucinda and so when the examination confirmed that it was action stations she took us up to the labour ward and managed to secure us a pool room for the water birth that Lucinda had craved.

So it was 0130 and we were in labour.  Although triage was full the labour ward seemed relatively empty.  Thus the student midwife (Georgina) that was accompanying the midwife was able to spend a lot of time with us.  She was very bubbly and gained our confidence which was crucial during the birth.

With a water birth it is very much hands off for the midwives and so it was with Bilbo Bump’s birth.  Lucinda was guided through the birth by Georgina, who was excellent, but it was down to Lucinda who once again went through the whole of her labour with her TENS machine and then when she was in the water: gas and air, it is not a good idea to use a TENS machine in water!  The birth was relatively quick, even without the assistance of gas and air and we were soon holding our son.  Once again Lucinda was immense and I was very proud to be her husband.

The beauty of having an early morning baby is that we were able to be discharged by early afternoon and so for the first time, Lucinda (and the baby) did not have to spend a night in the hospital and we were able to be a family straight away.  So we left St Peters in the bright sunshine of a cold March afternoon (indeed our arrival at home was greeted with a short sharp snow shower!) and headed for Nanny and Granddad’s to introduce the new addition to his sisters, his Nanny and Granddad and Nanny Fran, who had driven down from West Bromwich as soon as she heard that she had a grandson.

So Baby Bagnall was born on the 13th day of March, in the year 2013 and weighed 8lbs 13oz.  With all these thirteens flying about I don’t think that he will suffer from triskaidekaphobia.  Indeed he has been born on a rather auspicious day, not only was the comet Panstarrs visible in the Northern hemisphere but it was also the day that the Roman Catholic Cardinals chose a new Pope to lead the Roman Catholic Church.  Jorge Bergoglio the Archbishop of Buenos Aires was voted Pontiff and has chosen the name Francis I.  He is the first Pope from Latin America and with the resignation of Pope Benedict XVI it means that for the first time in nearly 600 years there are two living Popes.  A momentous time.

So Éowyn and Amélie will have to share this website with their brother and I will attempt to keep you all up to date with the growing pains of our growing family.  Lucinda and I would like to thank you all for your kind messages and look forward to introducing our son (and announcing his name) to you all in the coming weeks and months.

Peace and Love


And here are the photos I am sure you have all been waiting for: