My son and his wife asked me to look after their two-month-old baby while they went shopping. But no matter how much I held him close, the little one wouldn’t stop crying desperately. Something was wrong. When I lifted his clothes to check his diaper, I froze. Something… unbelievable happened. My hands started shaking. I quickly picked up my grandson and rushed to the hospital.
I will never forget that Saturday afternoon in Madrid. My son and his wife asked me to look after their two-month-old baby while they went shopping. I happily agreed; I had always wanted to spend more time with my first grandchild. When they arrived, the little one was fast asleep in the stroller, wrapped in a light blue blanket. After a quick goodbye, they closed the door and I was left alone with the baby.
At first, everything seemed normal. I prepared a warm bottle, checked the room temperature, and sat down on the couch with the baby in my arms. But after a few minutes, he started crying. It wasn’t a quiet, hungry cry; it was a heartbreaking, pain-filled cry. I tried gently rocking him and singing the lullaby my children used to soothe them when they were little, but nothing worked. The longer I held him, the more he snuggled up.
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