Being a neonatologist and a mother
Today at work, a mother asked me what I would do if it was my son in the isolette and not hers.
It’s not the first time I have been asked this. I understand where the question comes from, and yet I’m at a loss of what to say every time. Not because I haven’t pondered it before. No. It’s because I have asked myself the question far too many times: …
