I have always felt called to be a physician. That may sound corny, but it’s true. When my first grade teacher asked the typical, “What do you want to be when you grow up? A doctor, a lawyer, a mailman, the president, or an astronaut?”I associated with the “doctor” camp. As a kid, I loved going to the doctor, especially when it was my sister and not me who was sick. I was fascinated with what the doctor could do to help make us feel better and I wanted to do the same thing when I grew up.
I credit my family doc for the way I practice medicine. An amazingly trained and kind man, Dr. Sam still sees 3 generations of my family. He practices on one hall, his wife is his nurse, and the receptionist who without fail called me 48 hours after I started antibiotics every time I got strep throat still checks my mom out and asks about me. What impressed me the most was that he had the keen ability to get us back to being ourselves, over illness like it was a little speed bump to wellness. I can only hope my patients see in me the same qualities I saw in my favorite doctor. And I liked that he didn’t wear a white coat. And that his hands were so warm when he touched you to make you feel better. And that you got candy from a jar at check out…
I tried to picture myself doing other things all along the way. I loved chemistry, was quite a nerd, actually. Thought about teaching. I went to New York for college and fell in love with Art History. It became my major. But I never gave up pre-med studies, volunteering, research, and internships, all directed at becoming a doctor. I never thought it was a hard path, and I could never picture me actually doing anything else.
If I wasn’t a doctor, I would definitely be a pop star (sigh) or a soccer mom.
Women’s health was not a light bulb idea for me. I did not decide it was a beautiful miracle the first time I delivered a baby. In fact, the first delivery I attended, I thought, “This is a scary situation, and this mother and baby need someone smart who can think through stuff if something out of the ordinary happens.” That’s the person I wanted to become, and that is why I chose to become an OBGYN. Throughout my training I have been complimented by other professionals who say I have the soul of an old OB in me, that I “get” it, and that I stay very calm if a storm arrives.
While I love supporting the miracle of childbirth, I also love serving women through an entirety of needs. I have cried with women at their annual exam just because I was the first person in a long time they realized really cared about how they were doing. I have bonded with patients over experiences of loss and then been with them during their greatest joys. I love the potential of a therapeutic relationship in healthcare and having skills to offer with my hands, for me the best of both worlds lies in women’s health.
Likes: laughing, wind, driving with the windows down, being on a boat, Bravo TV, my dog Belle (a little too much), margaritas & queso
Dislikes: heights, disappointing people, newborns (weird, right?), things left undone on my to-do list