π This year, Christmas arrived at my house the way so many things arrive in a household with small children: not with trumpets, but with bodily fluids.
This beautiful essay reminded me of what our parents must have gone through, back when there were no immunizations for measles, chickenpox, flu, etc, and we were just helplessly dependent even as tweens. These form the background of your essay and our lives. Then on top of that, your obstetrician experience and our culture's hysteria about babies forces us to concentrate on a foreground constructed out of sticks and straw. Nobody is ready for this! Thank you for composing this symphony of human needs. And for continuing to be our doctor.
Beautiful. Heartbreaking. Needed.
Thank you.
This beautiful essay reminded me of what our parents must have gone through, back when there were no immunizations for measles, chickenpox, flu, etc, and we were just helplessly dependent even as tweens. These form the background of your essay and our lives. Then on top of that, your obstetrician experience and our culture's hysteria about babies forces us to concentrate on a foreground constructed out of sticks and straw. Nobody is ready for this! Thank you for composing this symphony of human needs. And for continuing to be our doctor.