How my son helped me rediscover the art of medicine
When the pediatrician woke me at midnight to get a blood test from my three-month-old son, I knew things were serious.
I should have known this already. Four weeks prior, my four-year-old daughter passed along a respiratory virus to my husband, me, and her brother. Her brother’s low oxygen level and inability to keep down milk brought him to the emergency room, where an oxygen mask was promptly fastened around his mouth, …
