She glanced over her shoulder to make sure Nurse Elena was facing the wall panel.

Instead of walking left toward the main waiting desk, my mother turned right into the narrow restricted corridor.

That hallway led straight past the staff locker room toward the quiet infant pods.

Ten feet down that restricted hall was the small family sleeping room.

The heavy wooden door had been left open two inches to let the cool hallway air into the dark room.

I was lying on the pullout sofa inside, fast asleep with my arm thrown over the thin hospital blanket.