only took a few seconds to connect. ‘Dan? What’s up?’
The relief he felt was instant. Shana was the best kids’ doctor that he knew. She would tell him exactly what to do.
‘Hi, Shana. I’ve got a bit of a problem. I’ve had a baby dumped on my doorstep and from the looks of it, it’s a newborn.’
‘What?’ He could hear the incredulous tone in her voice. ‘In this weather?’
‘Exactly.’
Shana didn’t mess around. She was straight down to business. ‘Is the baby breathing?’
‘Yes.’
‘How cold? Do you have a thermometer? What’s the baby’s colour? And how is it responding?’
Carrie burst in. ‘We think he was outside for just over five minutes. His skin was cold when I brought him in—and he was pale. But he’s started to warm up. He looks pinker now.’ Her brow was furrowed. ‘Do you have a thermometer, Dan?’ She was shaking her head. ‘I don’t.’
‘Who’s that?’
Daniel cleared his throat. ‘That’s Carrie, my neighbour from upstairs. It was she who heard the baby crying. And no, Shana, we don’t have a thermometer.’
‘No matter. Crying? Now that’s a good sign. That’s a positive.’
Carrie shook her head. ‘Not crying exactly, more like a whimper.’
‘Any noise is good noise. You said he’s a newborn. Is the cord still attached? Is it tied off?’
‘Yes, it’s tied with a piece of string. Doesn’t look the cleanest. But the baby was only wrapped up in a blanket. No clothes. No diaper.’
‘Sounds like no preparation. I wonder if the mother had any prenatal care. Does the baby look full term?’
Daniel shrugged and looked at Carrie, who shook her head and mouthed, I don’t know.
‘To be honest, Shana, neither of us are sure. I guess he looks okay. What does a full-term baby look like?’
‘Does he have a sucking reflex? Is he trying to root?’
‘What? I have no idea what you’re talking about.’ He was trying hard not to panic. This was all second nature to Shana. These types of questions were the ones she asked day in, day out. To him it all sounded like double Dutch.
They could hear the sound of muffled laughter at the other end of the phone. ‘One of you, scrub your hands thoroughly under the tap then brush your finger around the side of the baby’s mouth. I want to know if he turns towards it, as if he’s trying to breastfeed or bottlefeed.’
Daniel nodded at Carrie, who walked over to the sink and started scrubbing her hands. ‘Give us a second, Shana.’
Carrie dried her hands and then walked back over and lifted her finger hesitantly to the side of the baby’s mouth. It took a few gentle brushes to establish that the little guy was reacting to her touch, turning towards it and opening his mouth.
‘Yes, Shana. We think he is responding.’
‘Good. That’s a sign that he’s around full term.’ She gave an audible sigh. ‘Okay, Daniel, you’re not going to like this.’
‘What?’ Did she think something was wrong with the baby?
‘There’s no way I can send anyone from Angel’s to get that baby. Our emergency room is packed and the roads around us are completely impassable. And from the weather report it’s going to be like that for a few days.’
‘Is that the good news or the bad news?’ The mild feeling of panic was starting to rise.
Shana let out a laugh. ‘Probably both. It sounds as if your baby is doing okay. Thank goodness. He will need a proper assessment as soon as possible. I’ll put the necessary call in to social services, but they are on the other side of the city from you and everyone is in crisis right now. It will be a few days before they get to you. In the meantime the first thing you need to do is feed the little guy. Do you have somewhere local you can get some supplies?’
Blank. His brain had instantly gone blank. He’d never had any reason to look for baby supplies before. Where on earth would he get them?
Carrie touched his arm. ‘Mr Meltzer stays above his store. I’m sure he’ll have some powdered baby milk and diapers we can buy.’
Instant relief, followed by a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach. ‘Shana, you can’t seriously expect us to look after a baby. Me, Shana? Seriously?’
‘Daniel Cooper, you’re one of the most responsible guys I know. I can’t think of a single other person I would trust with a newborn baby right now. You’re like any brand-new parent. None of them have experience. They just learn as they go. You’ll need to do the same.’
‘But they have nine months to get used to the idea. They read dozens of books about what to do—’
‘And you have your own personal paediatrician at the other end of a phone. Not that I think you’ll need me.’
Daniel could feel his heartbeat quicken in his chest. He wasn’t afraid—not really. As a New York cop he’d dealt with most things in life. He’d had a gun pulled on him, a knife—on more than one occasion. He’d stopped a young girl from being abducted once, and managed to resist the temptation of doing what he really wanted to the potential kidnapper. He’d even talked a guy down from the edge of a rooftop before. But this? Looking after a baby? Why did it seem more intimidating than anything else?
‘Shana, I don’t think I’m the best person for the job.’
‘Why not? You’re practical. You’re resourceful. And right now you’re the best that baby’s got.’ She was beginning to sound exasperated. Angel’s must be under an enormous amount of pressure right now, and he really didn’t want to add to it. ‘You’ve even got some help from your neighbour.’
He glanced over at Carrie, who was shaking her head frantically. No, she was mouthing.
‘Suck it up, Daniel—and call me if you have any problems.’ There was a click at the other end of the phone.
Carrie’s chin was practically bouncing off the floor. ‘Suck it up, Daniel? Suck it up? That’s what she says to you?’ Her voice was getting higher pitched by the second and the baby was starting to squirm in his arms, reacting to the noise.
Reactions? Was that a good sign, too? He really didn’t have a clue.
He shrugged. ‘She’s my best friend’s older sister. It isn’t the first time Shana’s told me to suck it up—and it won’t be the last.’ He walked over to the sofa and sank down onto the cushions. This little guy weighed more than he thought. Or maybe it was just because he couldn’t swap him between his arms.
‘I’m going to have to put a call in to the station, to let my captain know about the abandoned baby.’
Carrie sagged down next to him on the sofa. She shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut. ‘I know we’ve just met, Daniel, but I’m sorry. I just can’t help you with this. I can’t do it. Babies—’ she hesitated ‘—they’re just not my thing. I won’t be any help anyway. I don’t know a thing about babies.’
He stared at her. Hard. ‘You’ve got to be joking, right?’
Her eyes opened and widened. It was clear she was instantly on the defence. ‘No. Why?’
He shook his head in disbelief. ‘You turn up at my door with a baby, and now you’re expecting to dump it on me in the middle of a snowstorm.’
When he said the words out loud they were even worse than the thoughts in his head.
Her face paled. ‘But I...’
‘I