This past Saturday, while on call in my office, I saw three newborns. Each one was a few days old, newly discharged from the hospital. Each one was warm and tiny and made me long for those first few delirious days when my sons were new: milky, mewing, and soft. Looking ahead on my schedule, there are another three newborns tomorrow. Two on Tuesday. Nursery rounds are full. I am not suggesting that perhaps people
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