In all my years of doing general practice obstetrics, no mother ever named her baby Lauralee. So when the paramedic told me that the woman who delivered yesterday named her baby after me, I was thrilled, but confused.
“They called him Lauralee?”
“No,” said the paramedic, with the tiniest of smirks. “She called him Doctor.”
My namesake, Doctor, is a very nice baby. I have a photo of myself with Doctor and Doctor’s mother, sitting on the floor of the tukul. I can’t show it to you, which is a shame, because it is a nice photo. You can’t see Doctor’s face though, because he is at his mother’s breast, but I look quite satisfied.