ABSTRACT
We arrived just too late. The drive to the hospital in far, rural New York State took five hours. She took but four hours and fifteen minutes after the first signals. When we came to the viewing window we immediately saw the most newly born. It had to be her. She was freshly bathed and wrapped, ready to meet her parents. Or, so we thought. Something was not right. The nurses were a little too preoccupied with the particular knots of professional care, not enough with the bond waiting to be tied.
