Bao woke up crying, and Lin Yan, groggy and disoriented, opened her eyes, feeling as if she was about to die from the lack of proper rest.
Summoning her energy, she soothed Bao by saying, "It's dawn, Mommy will be here soon. Your mom is too tired, Auntie is with you. Auntie will sing for you, tell you stories, okay?"
But Bao kept crying, his wails loud and piercing. Lin Yan worried about disturbing the patients in the next room.
She picked up Bao, sweaty with anxiety, "Auntie will hold you, and lull you to sleep, okay?"
Whatever Lin Yan said, Bao wouldn't listen; his crying was exceptionally forceful.
She couldn't understand the words coming from his mouth either.
A night-shift nurse heard the crying and pushed the door open, "What's wrong? Is the baby uncomfortable?"
Lin Yan, clutching the sobbing Bao, said helplessly, "I don't know. He's been crying ever since he woke up, but his head doesn't feel hot, he probably doesn't have a fever."
