I n the nearly 20 months since Oliver’s birth, we’ve taken him to the Hospital for Sick Children four times. I have no idea whether that’s above or below average, and in the throes of seeking medical attention, who would care? But yesterday, during our most recent foray there, I started thinking about our frequency because the process of arriving, taking a number and waiting interminably is beginning to feel all too familiar, and not in a good way.
