So at 4 weeks postpartum from my second baby, I woke up one morning and realized that my pre-pregnancy fit n’ trim runner’s body had somehow been transformed into a desperately deconditioned obese body. I was shlubbing about at BMI 30, and looking at purchasing …

On my desk at work, there are a few photographs. There’s me and hubby, and Babyboy, and even our cats. Soon there will be photos of Babygirl, too. But there are two special photos that stand apart:   One is of my fresh-faced, smiling cousin, …

A wonderful friend stopped by our house last week, just days after my husband came home from the hospital. She came bearing a loaf of warm homemade honey-wheat bread, get-well wishes, and good advice. I can’t remember her exact words, but they were something along …

Last Saturday evening, I came home from a day at my mother’s with my kids to find my husband on the couch, holding his lower abdomen with pain. He also had urinary symptoms, and a high fever, and shaking chills. I felt his belly: it …

(2 posts in the same day, thanks the baby sling I am trying to use more, now that Babygirl has a teensy bit of head control and less risk of suffocating in it. I can type with her in the sling, even as she is …

I completed medical school, and half of a four-year residency, prior to the institution of work-hours regulations for trainees. What this meant was that students and residents were expected (required) to be in the hospital and caring for patients (and doing paperwork, and attending conferences, …