She swept her head back defiantly and motioned to the other grandmother. Together they left the NICU
Someone’s monitor was beeping. Marissa scanned the four incubators in the room. It was Ayala Weinstein, her third apnea episode tonight. Marissa briskly walked over to the incubator and gave the tiny foot a pinch. A shudder jolted through the baby’s body, and her tummy started to rise again rhythmically.
Marissa studied the monitor carefully. Ayala’s sats were rising, and her breathing seemed steady. Hopefully, she’d keep it up for the rest of the shift.
Marissa went back to her computer and checked the list she’d composed four hours earlier. The Azoulai twins – Baby A and Baby B, no names yet — would need another dose of antibiotics soon. She checked the paper on which she’d written down their weights and started the calculating process.
“Marissa?” That was Lali’s voice coming from the main desk.
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