AAP News Vol. 1 No. 5 May 1985, p. 7
© 1985 American Academy of Pediatrics
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Baby Doctor Blues? A pediatrician views his job

Richard Huie M.D.

Let me give you some idea of what I do for a living. I'm a pediatrician, sometimes called a baby doctor, a term I used to hate in my high and mighty days of training, but which I sort of like now.

We pediatricians are trained in the care and maintenance of humans from birth to 18 years or so. Mothers are our greatest allies, but we get a lot of unsolicited help. Most everyone likes to get into the act: aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, neighbors, and, of course, grandmothers. More on them later.