(that means baby kangaroo!)
The NY Times ran an article this week on "kangaroo care", and it's encouraging and sweet and in some ways so obvious...
Again, I appreciate the medical community and their tools and their science and their drugs, and when those types of interventions are necessary, I welcome and advocate their use. But I see so many instances where the intervention becomes the norm, and it stresses me out.
How does the saying go? To the man with a hammer, everything looks like a nail?