I took Armand Z. Pogue, also known as Mini-Me, also known as Son-of-Mine, to the orthopedist yesterday for what we all hope will be the last time. You may recall that he wore full leg casts for a while to correct a case of clubfoot, which ultimately required surgery. It was a minor surgery, but of course, when you’re a parent of a seven-month old heading into the operating room, no surgery is “minor.” Continue reading ‘Trusting the doctors’
