But Wade did not look like someone who belonged near babies born too soon.
Then the baby in bed nine started crying.
And everything changed.
His chart said only Baby Boy Nolan.
No first name.
No family pictures taped beside his incubator.
No stuffed animals.
No balloons.
No proud grandparents waiting in the hallway.
He had come into the world too early.
Too small.
And far too alone.
His mother, Shelby Nolan, was young and overwhelmed, tangled in problems no single hospital room could solve.
She had left before the paperwork was even finished.
No father signed in.
No relatives called.
Some babies arrived with whole families surrounding them.
Baby Boy Nolan had only a bracelet.
A temporary name.
And a cry that sounded too tired for someone who had only just begun life.
That morning, we tried everything.
We checked his temperature.
Adjusted his swaddle.
Dimmed the lights.
Reviewed his feeding schedule.
