I was a single mother of two, a newborn and a 3 year old, struggling with the demise of my marriage. My husband of nine years had left three weeks before our second child was born.
Pediatric offices are likely locations to hear crying. From children, sure, but also from the bleary-eyed mothers, concerned fathers, and any caregiver with a sick child. I cannot explain to you the exact relationship that develops between a person and their pediatrician. It feels like an extraordinary caretaker with eyes on you, as a mother and on your child, the thing you care about most in the world. The bond between you and your pediatrician is born as a witness to both growth and ailment. To achievement and milestones celebrated. It is built on the corroboration of experience, trust, knowledge, and vulnerability. It's built on life.