At that exact moment another voice echoed loudly in the hallway before the hospital door burst open once again. A tall woman with disheveled hair and smeared makeup stormed into the room while pointing angrily toward the crib.
“THAT BABY IS DESTROYING MY LIFE,” she screamed hysterically.Patient comfort items
The nurses immediately called security while my mother stepped protectively closer to the crib. I instinctively reached forward and lifted my daughter into my arms while staring at the furious woman standing near the door.
“Please remove her from this room,” I said calmly.
Security guards arrived quickly but Travis raised his hand while speaking hoarsely. “Give us one minute please,” he requested.
