Seattle Mama Doc

National Day Of Listening

F TriToday is being offered up as a day to set aside for listening.  Just after a day of thankfulness.  This is kind of a nice one-two punch. Especially when we’re often around extended family on this particular Friday on the calendar.  I’d not heard of this until 10am today when NPR posted this on Facebook.

Thanksgiving Day then Listening Day. I like it. Read full post »

If It Were My Child: No Benadryl For The Plane

Plane windowThe holidays are here.  Someone just plopped thanksgiving in my to-do list. I like it. Celebrating with family and friends is one yummy thing in life even in the face of family dynamics-drama.  I know it doesn’t feel yummy for everyone.  I’m not trying to sound Pollyanna-ey.  I’ve had the dark years of holidays, too.  When the being together made me feel lonelier than truly connected.  But, that’s not where I find myself now, fortunately.  The people in my life who are less than 3 feet tall also decorate these times together and make it better and better.  Who knew you could get so excited about a little, “gobble, gobble.”

The smallest in our family also make holidays more complicated though.  It’s the over the river and through the woods part that can be really tough. Read full post »

Verbatim: Fastballs In The Exam Room

BaseballVerbatim: a repeating entry of things overheard while taking care of kids in my clinic.

One of the best parts of my job is coming to know the families I care for.  It sounds trite. It’s true.  Over the few years in practice, they have come to know my style, I suppose.  I’m direct.  I don’t want families to have to guess what I’m thinking.  I share stories (both the mess-ups and successes) of raising my own kids.  I can be self-deprecating at times if I think it’s important and true.  Like I said yesterday, it’s hard to do this parenting thing, and hard to do it well and feel glamorously successful all the time.  We don’t get a lot of thank-yous from our own children for the labors of providing safety, a roof, food, humor etc.  But we do get them.  Reward enough, of course. Read full post »

Genius Boy And His Lunch Date

Evan Go PeeEvan is 4 ½.  His mom is a pediatrician.  So is his dad.  His mom and I were sharing stories of feeling like inept parents in the face of trying to help families with behavioral problems.  It’s hard to do what we say, and frankly, hard to master this whole parenting thing.  Does anyone?

We were having coffee, trying to get some work done when we downshift to talk about pee. Read full post »

Moving Day – The Most Dangerous Day Of The Week

Baby eating a popsicleMy story of 9 stitches, 2 parents who feel as deflated, flat and small as the bottom of your worn shoe, a near 3-year-old boy, and 1 orange Popsicle.  This is about our mistakes and the dangers of the events that followed moving day in my world, October 31, 2009.

But let’s go back in time; history is supposed to be one of our most sage instructors.

Circa 2003.  I took care of a 3-year-old girl in the ER at Children’s when I was an intern (my first year as a physician, while training in pediatrics, after medical school). In medical training, there are certain patients that stick out, jump off the exam-room-pages, of the hundreds of patients you can see in a month’s time.  I know some will stay with me forever. Read full post »