“Are you like Doc McStuffins?”
I look down into a pair of bright, inquisitive blue eyes framed by thick black lashes. My first pediatric patient is sitting on her stretcher in a Care Bear-covered gown, her arms crossed. She is clearly auditing my credentials to see if I measure up to her animated hero.
“Kind of?” I offer. Her lips immediately purse into a skeptical pout. I sit on the edge of …
How motherhood made me a better pediatric surgeon
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