Why I Dumped the Baby Doctor

摘要

I'm in love with my children's pediatrician. yes, dr. p. is many years my senior, I'm pretty sure he's married, and I generally prefer my men without beards. But there's just no resisting the man's charms. He never tires of discussing the intimate quirks, habits and bodily functions of my beloved offspring, listening raptly to harrowing tales of vomit and fever. He knows all the tricks to turn my shot-phobic toddler from shrieks to smiles. (A bouncy tennis ball and a Thomas the Train sticker usually do the job.) And he keeps on taking my phone calls despite knowing better than almost anyone my capacity for neurosis and hysteria. ("Are you sure that's diaper rash and not Ebola?") We talk early in the mornings (call-in hours start at 7) and on weekends. During ear-infection season we see each other about once a week. Lately I've been thinking about asking him to move in with me and my husband, but I'm not sure there's room in our driveway for a third car.