To the Obstetrician Who Delivered My Sons
Category: PARENTS
I miss you when I'm not pregnant. I know it sounds a little crazy. You, the doctor every woman dreads that one time a year, because there are stirrups and cold metal and paper-thin sheets to cover everything and nothing at all, but I mean it. I really do.
By Rachel Toalson, ContributorAuthor, poet, humorist, avid reader. Wife of one, mama of six...., 2015-06-09