It has to be someone

“He was mortified. He couldn’t believe he had missed it.” We had a new patient in the clinic, a 6-week-old healthy baby girl who had been struggling with feeding and latching. Her mother was not a new mother and had insisted over and over again to her pediatrician that something wasn’t right. On one occasion,… Continue reading It has to be someone

A Common Oath

My thoughts are pulled to dark eyes. Narrowed ever so slightly. Thoughtful. Skeptical. Mistrustful. We are in an exam room. In a clinic. Nondescript. I’ve seen these eyes in many different rooms. Different people, different places. Same eyes.  One time, the eyes belonged to the aunt of one of my patients. She asked rapid fire… Continue reading A Common Oath