Wanted: Parents for a Baby!
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Authors: Laura Iding
Neonatal nurse Cassie Jordan always wanted a baby of her own, but after two heartbreaking miscarriages she's convinced she'll never have a family. Until a tiny newborn baby is abandoned at the hospitalâ¦in need of a new mum!
Also working on baby Emma's case is handsome widower Dr. Ryan Murphy, whose penetrating blue eyes make Cassie's heart skip a beat. Dating might be off the cards for now but, united in their love for Emma, will Ryan and Cassie end up falling for each other, too?
Her heart stuttered, and her stomach clenched with nerves, but she went over to the intercom to let him in.
He knocked at the door barely a minute later and she looped her purse over her shoulder before walking over to open the door. “Good morning,” she greeted him. “I'm ready.”
His blue eyes swept over her, glinting with approval. “You look amazing, Cassandra,” he murmured.
She licked her suddenly dry lips. “Thanks,” she murmured. “So do you.” Oh, boy, what was wrong with her? She was acting as if this was a
date
.
His gaze held hers for a long second, as if he were remembering their brief kiss. Or maybe that was just
her
memory working overtime. He stepped back, giving her room to leave her apartment. She released her pent-up breath and wondered if she was crazy to spend her day off with Ryan.
She liked him too much already. And she couldn't bear the thought of giving him the power to hurt her.
No, she couldn't allow herself to become emotionally involved with Ryan. The nurses called him The Heartbreaker for a reason.
Dear Reader,
As many of you know, I am a nurse by background and still work
full-time at our local hospital.
Recently I was involved in a “Safe Haven” baby situation. A young woman
who gave birth at our hospital decided she couldn't be a good mother and wanted to give
her baby up for adoption. So far, the State of Wisconsin has had eighty-four Safe Haven
babies since the law was passed in 1994.
The situation I was involved in was very different from the one I
describe in this story,
Wanted: Parents for a Baby!
, but the idea of writing my
own Medical Romance about a Safe Haven baby kept popping into my head, nagging at me,
until I simply had to sit down and put my ideas on paper. In some ways I think this book
wrote itself!
I hope you enjoy Ryan and Cassie's story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Happy reading!
Laura Iding
WANTED:
PARENTS FOR A BABY!
Laura Iding
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at
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This book is dedicated to Michelle Lahey Reed, an amazing woman who opened her heart and her home to foster twin babies in need. You are truly an inspiration!
CHAPTER ONE
“C
ASSIE
?” A
LICE
,
THE
neonatal intensive care unit clerk, called across the unit. “The ER is asking you to come down with the emergency warmer.”
“Really?” Neonatal nurse Cassandra Jordan glanced up from her computer in surprise. This was an interesting way to start her shift, and it was only Thursday. The unusual stuff mostly happened on the weekends. “Is there a pregnant woman waiting?”
“Not sure, but they asked you to hurry.”
Cassie nodded and quickly abandoned her charting, heading over to where they kept the portable warmer stocked with emergency equipment. “What about a physician?” she asked as she wheeled the warmer toward the door.
“Already paged him. Dr. Ryan should be there soon.”
Cassie's stomach clenched with a mixture of dread and anticipation even as she tipped her head to indicate she understood. After wheeling the infant warmer into the hallway, she pushed the button for the elevator, relieved when the doors immediately opened.
Dr. Ryan Murphy was one of the best neonatal intensivists she'd ever worked with. Unfortunately, he was far too tall, dark and handsome for her peace of mind. Not to mention single. Widowed, to be exact. According to the gossip mill, he wasn't interested in dating, much to the dismay of the single nurses working throughout the hospital.
To be fair, she wasn't particularly interested in dating eitherâone deep betrayal and subsequent failed marriage had been enough to put her off men for a long time. But somehow in the six months that she'd been in Cedar Bluff, her body hadn't seemed to get the message. Every time Dr. Ryan's penetrating blue eyes met hers, her stomach did a series of backward flips and she blushed like a fool. She mentally cursed her fair skin for constantly betraying her.
The elevator doors dinged and opened on the ground level, so she wheeled the warmer out and quickly jogged down the hall to Cedar
Bluff's ER. There was a crowd of people gathered around the triage desk and, of course, Dr. Ryan's dark head, clearly visible above the crowd, drew her gaze like a magnet. Even wearing blue scrubs and long white lab coat, he was distinctly noticeable.
He glanced over and caught sight of her, acknowledging her presence with a brief nod. He made a gesture with his hand. “Please, step back and make room for the equipment.”
Like the parting of the Red Sea, the group of people split down the middle to give Cassie the access she needed. She focused on the infant car seat that was propped on the desktop and frowned as she registered the fact that the baby was letting out a terrible high-pitched cry. “What happened? Where's the mother?”
“She left,” Dr. Ryan said shortly. “This little girl is only a day or two old and desperately needs medical care. We need to get her in the warmer so I can examine her.”
“Her name is Emma,” Gloria, the ER nurse at the triage desk, supplied helpfully. “The mother said she was unfit and asked me to take care of Emma.”
Pretty name
, Cassie thought as she quickly plugged in the warmer and turned on the heat lamps. She cracked open the oxygen tank and
connected the tubing while Dr. Ryan lifted the tiny infant from the car seat. He set her gently in the center of the warmer, and the baby's arms and legs flailed about in protest.
Emma's high-pitched cry wasn't easy to ignore, but Cassie focused on setting up the open end of the oxygen tubing so it would gently stream past her tiny nose and mouth. Dr. Ryan undressed the baby, who was wearing clean yet well-worn clothing, his fingers looking ridiculously large in contrast to the tiny baby. Using his stethoscope, he listened to Emma's heart and lungs. Cassie placed small EKG patches on the baby's bare chest and their fingers brushed as they both worked over the small torso.
Cassie ignored the tingling sensation that rippled up her arms at his touch and peered at the cardiac monitor, making note of the baby's heart rate, which was higher than normal.
“Her lungs are clear,” Dr. Ryan said in a low tone. “But she has hyperactive bowel sounds.”
Cassie gave a nod. “Yes, she's also tachy, in the one-eighties. Dehydrated, perhaps?”
“Maybe,” he agreed. “But could indicate something more serious. We don't have any
history on the mother, unless we're lucky enough that the baby was born here. Let's get her upstairs to the NNICU. She'll need an IV and labs drawn.”
“Okay. I'll check the records when we get upstairs, but I don't think she was born here. I've been on the past three days and would have remembered.” Cassie disconnected the electrical cord and switched the warmer to battery power. “Ready? Let's go.”
Dr. Ryan walked along on the opposite side of the warmer. Cassie steered the warmer while he kept a keen eye on Emma's heart rate.
The elevator seemed to take longer this time, or maybe she was just acutely aware of Dr. Ryan standing next to her while listening to Emma's high-pitched crying. Her maternal instincts wanted her to pick the baby up and cradle her to her chest, but that wasn't possible just yet. When the elevator doors finally opened, she pushed the warmer inside with a sense of relief.
The doors closed and the elevator began rising to the third floor when Emma's high-pitched cries abruptly trailed off and stopped. Cassie stared in shock as the heart monitor began triple-beeping in alarm as the baby's
heart rate shot up to two hundred beats per minute.
“She's not breathing,” Cassie said, grabbing the emergency airway kit.
“Hand me the Ambu bag, I'll try to support her that way,” he said.
She nodded, handing over the tiny Ambu bag and then connecting it to the oxygen tank. Her gaze darted between the heart monitor and Emma as he pressed the bag over Emma's nose and mouth, giving several breaths.
“It's working,” she whispered. “Her heart rate is dropping back to the one-eighties.”
“Good.” Dr. Ryan's intense gaze met hers and for a moment she saw a flash of relief and camaraderie reflected there.
She tore her gaze away to glance down at the baby. “Poor thing doesn't have anyone to care about her,” she murmured.
“She has us,” Dr. Ryan said firmly. “We care about her. And we're going to do everything possible to help her.”
She caught her breath at the emotion shimmering in Dr. Ryan's eyes but the moment vanished as the elevator door opened on the third floor. She pushed the warmer down the hall slowly enough to allow Dr. Ryan the
ability to walk alongside while providing breathing support for the baby.
When they entered the NNICU, Cassie headed toward the critical-care end of the twenty-bed nursery, knowing that it was possible Emma would eventually require ventilator support for her breathing.
“Cassandra, I hear you're the best, so will you please start an IV?” Dr. Ryan asked as soon as they were situated.
“Of course.” Getting IVs placed in babies wasn't easy, but it happened to be one of her best skills. The other nurses often asked her to start their IVs for them, so it shouldn't have surprised her that Dr. Ryan was aware of her talent. She could feel her cheeks getting warm and tried to keep her head down as she gathered supplies.
She managed to find a vein in Emma's left arm and quickly placed the catheter. Unfortunately, peripheral IVs generally didn't last long in babies, twenty-four hours at the most, so the poor thing would likely need a new catheter placed tomorrow.
“What rate do you want the fluids to run at?” she asked, as she protected the catheter site with a plastic medicine cup cut in half and
taped over the baby's arm so Emma couldn't dislodge it by accident.
“You have the IV placed already?” Dr. Ryan asked in surprise. “Good job. Let's start with five ccs per hour for now.”
Cassie nodded and turned away to adjust the IV pump in an effort to hide her flaming cheeks. Ridiculous to respond like a high school cheerleader working with the star quarterback of the football team. It wasn't as if Dr. Ryan had given her a personal compliment.
In fact, the nurses all talked about how nice it was to work with him, despite the fact that he kept an invisible but impermeable wall between himself and the rest of the staff. She'd heard a few of the nurses had tried to ask him out, only to be gently but firmly rebuffed.