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She stood in our kitchen with her husband nearby, leaned over our baby with a smile from here to Texas, and gently studied him as he looked into her big blue-green eyes. No, this wasn't either of Edward's adoring grandmothers. This experienced wizard of making babies well was Mary Anne McCaffree, M.D., one of Oklahoma's most reputed pediatricians, who stopped by on Saturday after seeing a movie in Bricktown. I'd texted her earlier with a summons, "Would you be willing to look at my baby?"
Admittedly, Dr. McCaffree doesn't do house calls for a grand parade of wheezing and sneezing infants. I had the good fortune of being from the same hometown: Mary Anne baby-sat my older siblings decades ago, and our fathers were surgical partners in Enid.See the full content of this document
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Commentary: Subject to Change: House Calls
Her dad, Avery Wight, M.D., was the first person I ever fished with, in the cold summer waters of the Eagle River in Colorado in the early 1980s. I remember her parents and mine discu...
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