And a mothers instict. Thank god you weren't intimidated easily by the flak. When I get a gut feeling I don't even stop to think I just react. I'm always glad I did. I was walking by the nursery one evening heading back to bed after having my third child. All the curtains were closed and one baby was screaming. The hair rose
on my arms because I knew it was my baby. When I went in then told me he was fine. Then way is he crying? At the basinet I removed his covers and took of his diaper I found a thermonitor stuck between his belly button and the diaper. They didn't think anything of it. But he was crying for a reason!