part 4...
The cool draft that crepted under the windowsill stirred Lindsay out of a nightmare-filled sleep. She climbed out of the hospital bed and grabbed her teddy bear that one of the nurses had given her and opened the door. She snuck past the security guard who was doctoring a cup of coffee and went to the elevator. She hastily got into the elevator and found the button for the maternity floor and pushed it as hard as she could.
The elevator dinged and opened up and Lindsay went down the quiet corridor until she turned the corner to the nursery, and that's when she heard all the squalls. All she could hear were the harmony of squeaks, squeals, and cries of all the newborns. She peaked into one of the nursery windows and saw the the most active baby she had ever seen. It was a baby boy and he was squirming and scrunching up his little red face, ready to let on a tremendous cry.
She gently tapped on the glass and smiled. The little baby boy looked at her and stopped crying. He actually smiled at her. The little boy started to squirm again and he started batting the air with his little hands. He has little hands, Lindsay thought, he's so tiny.
Lindsay kept smiling at that little baby boy, not aware that every baby in that nursery was crying, except for that baby boy. Lindsay wondered what his name was. She peered down in front of his bassinet and saw the name, Daniel.
Daniel, Lindsay thought, I like that name. He seemed to calm down when I started to smile at him. I hope I meet a man who is just as strong as this baby is, and that I can love. He could even have the same name! Lindsay thought.
Lindsay was so focused on the baby boy that she did not hear the footsteps coming her way.
to be continued...