The then Mr absent and I had quite a difficult time finding some sort of convergence about names. We didn't know what variety of baby we were expecting and if absentdaughter had turned out to be a boy, he would probably still be called Baby Absent because there was never the slightest approach to agreement on a boy's name.
After lots of thought and trying a first name with the second name to be sure it was okay (absentdad had a friend called Percy Hersey which was a terrible warning for me) we settled on Grace. We both liked the name, I was going through a Catholic religious revival phase, it worked well with the rhythm of the surname, was quite unusual at the time and couldn't be abbreviated.
She – absentdaughter – loathed the name from fairly early on, called herself by another name and eventually changed it legally. My Mama was horrified because "Grace, dear, is an old woman's name". She was mollified when I pointed out that even old women were babies once.
I tried to give my beautiful daughter a beautiful name but a rose by any other name…