I remember the nurses and hospital staff asking us who was going to be our doctor. We had been given the name of a pediatrician. And we were told he was good, although the person who referred him to us was going with someone else. I had no idea at the time that we would become so dependent on him throughout at least the next seven years. In the midst of thinking about so many other things like having a safe delivery and a healthy baby, it is easy to forget about a pediatrician.
He has been a very tuned in and compassionate doctor towards our sons. After our toddler son had swallowed a small twig, which had to be plucked out with special tongs; the doctor took extra care to make sure there was ample follow up. When my son fractured his ankle and the emergency room x-rays didn’t show a break and our son was too young to speak; our doctor examined him further and specified where the x-ray techs should take a picture. In addition, he has always been playful with the boys. He’d shine a light and ask them to see the moon. He’d make train sounds and engage them in a way that had them asking for the same experience during the next appointment.
As a parent, it feels good to have a pediatrician who seems to care for our children above and beyond what is necessary. Today, I had to go in for a check up and bumped into the doctor. He could have simply waved or said hello. But he came over and asked, “how’s J doing? Is his cough getting better.” Given the number of kids he sees in a week, it really touched me that he cared enough about our son to check in.