I remember that call night so well. I was a first-year emergency medicine resident at Methodist Hospital of Indiana in 1991. I was on my pediatrics rotation. It was cold and flu season in Indianapolis.

In that one night, the pediatrics resident and I admitted about 55 children to the hospital — all of them with “respiratory syncytial virus.” That’s right, they had RSV. It made the children wheeze, cough and breathe rapidly, requiring oxygen. Their little noses required suction (they don’t understand “sniff” or “blow.”) They became dehydrated as well, requiring fluids. By morning, we were giddy and exhausted. You don’t forget times like that.