- Erica Saville
My Pediatrician is a Beast
My pediatrician is probably a great doctor (I have no way to measure that, as I don’t know how to be a doctor myself). She is warm and kind toward my daughter, very knowledgeable, has a cell phone for after hours questions, and is always professional and courteous with us as a family.

But gosh dangit this lady has been so helpful for ME. By the time of my baby’s second checkup [4 weeks?], this wonderful woman had the audacity and tact to politely tell me to take a chill pill. She saw the nervous wreck I was becoming, using an app to track to the minute every feeding, diaper, statistic and question. She heard all of the research I was referencing. And God bless her, she wasn’t afraid to tell me to relax. I tend to lean towards the side of anxiety when it comes to important things that depend on me; this baby is very important and because of breastfeeding, definitely dependent on me.
I don’t know why it took a complete stranger telling me to calm down and trust myself and my baby, but it worked. Once she gave me permission to stop stressing, I stopped. I am forever grateful that she taught me this lesson early on in our journey, because if she hadn’t, there’s a good chance I’d still be able to tell you the exact time, color and consistency of Babe’s last bowel movement.

I already know that once my tot is older I’ll miss her. Til then, our well-visits will continue to be some of my favorite dates. THANK YOU, amazing pediatricians of the world! THANK YOU to those professionals who can do their job like a boss while being completely human and warm. THANK YOU, members of my village who are crucial to my mom-development, even if I have to pay every time I see you. You're still the real MVPs.