Cry That Wouldn’t Stop

The drive to the hospital felt like the longest fifteen minutes of my life.

Noah cried almost the entire way. Every few seconds I reached back from the driver’s seat to touch his little leg, whispering reassurances even though he couldn’t understand.

“It’s okay, sweetheart… Grandma’s here.” n9al

But inside, I was terrified.

I had raised Daniel. I knew what bruises looked like. Kids fall, they bump into things. But babies? Two-month-old babies don’t bruise like that.

Especially not fingerprints.

My mind raced through possibilities, each worse than the last.

Had he fallen somehow?

Had someone dropped him?

Or…

No.

I forced the thought away.

At the Hospital

The emergency room doors slid open, and I rushed inside holding Noah tightly.

A nurse immediately noticed the crying baby in my arms.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.