As she stood, almost not breathing, she imagined them all with silver spoons poking out of their little bird mouths. Her gaze was still fixed on the view of baby landscape, when a nurse, shrouded in the same sterile white of the walls, whisked into the sea of infants and deposited a squirmy, wrinkly red, tightly bound infant into an empty plastic pod-cradle. The child looked with wide blue eyes, like she was taking it all in so she would remember the journey later, if someone were to ask her about it once her communication skills developed. The nurse placed a name card on the foot of the cradle and it read: Baby Girl M.