A mouth opening before a soft, squeaky cry.

The baby was real and alive.

I did not need to invent mature features or read parentage from her eyes to know that this moment mattered.

There were still steps to confirm identity and condition properly.

The professionals began those steps while I stood beside them, answering what I could about the birth date, the blanket, and the care information I had been given.

The available infant records, the delivery timeline, the documents connected to the transfer, and the information obtained from the adults would be reconciled.