My dad is a neonatologist, meaning he cares for the preemies that are whisked away in incubators before their mothers even have a chance to hold them. It’s a tough job, I’m sure, but rewarding to help many of them make up for lost uterine time and catch up with their eight-pound-at-birth behemoth counterparts. It’s surprising how prospective parents wish …
Way back in dental school, I once served on an admissions panel where prospective students and their concerned, hopeful parents could ask current attendees about the school’s particulars. In one of these sessions, four or five questions into a discussion on finding housing on campus and why having a new facility means the world to us (it didn’t, really), a bespectacled elderly gentleman raised his hand to …