My Grandson Wouldn’t Stop Crying While His Parents Were Shopping—Then I Opened His Diaper and Ran to the ER

For a few minutes, he was calm.

Then he started to cry.

At first it was ordinary baby fussing. A little squirming, a wrinkled face, some unhappy sounds that rose and fell. I checked the time. Maybe he was hungry. I warmed a bottle exactly the way Megan had shown me and fed him slowly, cradling him in my arms.

He drank a little, then turned away and began crying harder.

I burped him.

Nothing.