At 104 Degrees My Baby Was Burning Up, and the Doctor Said New Mothers Panic Over Nothing. Then My Seven-Year-Old Lifted Her Teddy Bear and Asked to Tell Him What Grandma Had Really Been Doing
Ackerman did not waste another second.
He turned to the head nurse at the workstation, and his voice dropped into a flat, quiet register that carried more authority than any shout.
“Call Child Protective Services, and get an officer to this clinic now,” he said.
“We are treating an infant who was given a sedative he was never prescribed.
I have reason to believe it was done deliberately, and more than once.”
My mother-in-law gasped and took a step toward the desk.