It was the end of my 3rd year in ob-gyn residency. I was 39 weeks pregnant with you and doing a hysterectomy, my gravid abdomen being utilized as an “extra hand” to displace the large clamp nicely to the side as I pressed my belly gently against the table. I was doing surgery all day… Continue reading Open Letter to a Child of a Doctor: To My Daughter on Her 9th Birthday
