My husband swore he’d take care of everything if I gave him a baby. He said I wouldn’t have to sacrifice my career. Then the twins came, and suddenly, I was “unrealistic” for wanting to keep the job that kept us afloat. He demanded I quit my job, and I agreed… but with one condition.
My name’s Ava, and I’m a family doctor.
I spent 10 years building this life… 10 years of sleepless nights in medical school, brutal residency shifts, and learning to hold a stranger’s hand while delivering news no one wants to hear.
I’ve stitched up bar fights at 3 a.m., talked terrified parents through their baby’s first fever, and sat with dying patients who just needed someone to listen.