Pediatric Plastic Surgery

As I kissed my wife and daughter good-bye at the security checkpoint, I was wracked with guilt and uncertainty.  Why, exactly, was I getting on a plane bound for Zimbabwe and leaving two crying women – the two most important people in my life – behind?  I kept telling myself that I was going because…

I love taking care of children. It’s a great part of my job. Yes – kids terrorize the office. They empty the jar of lollipops on the front desk. And we’ve had more than one room-clearing newborn poop (which usually happens right when I’m trying to examine them). But it’s great, and I wouldn’t have…