After a pretty difficult day on call for labour ward, I went in yesterday to check up on the baby I was worried about.
Happily, he is well, but I also discovered that he is now called “Chris” – after me!
I was euphoric for the whole day, telling all the other doctors, and generally grinning a lot. Difficult to explain exactly why, but having a child named after you, its breathtaking. I feel honoured, and undeserving, and protective, and… humbled.
Which is odd, because its an event that could be a big ego builder. “I’m so amazing, mothers …Continue reading →