What is it about the physician's white coat that differentiates it from
the ones worn by the Good Humor man or Benny Goodman at the bandstand?
Twenty-eight years ago, as I began my pediatric internship at Boston
Children's Hospital, my white coat was embroidered for me—a coat that
befits a pediatrician, although two children and far too many M&Ms have
ensured that it no longer fits this pediatrician.
It has survived five moving vans, three storage facilities, a Houston summer,
and 15 Minnesota winters. And each stitch speaks to me of a child I once knew.
Hostetter MK. Stitches. JAMA. 2004;291(3):282. doi:10.1001/jama.291.3.282