She opened the door and we headed back. The hallway and the exam rooms, like the waiting room were brightly colored with pictures of scenes from nursery rhymes and fairy tales. It was all super cheery. She tapped on the door and a man’s voice called for us to come in.

As I entered, the sweet smell of baby powder almost overpowered me. Straight ahead of me was a stand up scale that looked like an antique and next to it was Terri seated in a straight back chair. There was a cabinet covered with drawers on top of which were jars and bottles of vaseline, baby oil, diaper rash ointment. Next to that was a little shelf unit with different sizes and styles of disposable diapers, everything from tiny ones for preemies to ones that might have fit a small adult. Standing between me and the exam table and really dominating the room was Doctor Fisher.