but not funny.
As soon as Dr. Silverman had walked into the examining room, Hannah had stopped crying. She’d submitted to the detailed exam with barely a sound and now lay in Dakota’s arms, her hot body limp.
“She’s exhausted,” the doctor said. “That trip wouldn’t be easy on anyone. I’m sure she’s scared and confused. Her life hasn’t been easy. Adding to that are the other problems.”
Dakota braced herself for the worst. “The fever?”
The doctor nodded. “She has an infection in both ears and she has her first tooth coming in. She’s way too small for her age, which isn’t surprising given her circumstances. I don’t love the formula they’ve been using, either.”
She looked at the can of powder Dakota had given her. It was the same one Sister Mary had left with Hannah’s things.
“All right,” the doctor continued. “We’re going to start her on a course of antibiotics. I don’t like to use them for ear infections, but under the circumstances, she needs the jump to get better.”
Dr. Silverman explained how to administer the medicine and told her what to expect with the combination of fever, first tooth and potential digestive upsets. They went over how to slowly transition Hannah to a more easily digested formula, and she offered suggestions on how much to feed her and how often.
“Normally at six months she’d be starting on solid foods, but I want you to hold off on that for at least three weeks. Let’s get her healthy and her weight up a little. Then you can begin the process.” Dr. Silverman explained how to make sure Hannah didn’t get dehydrated.
“Do you have someone to help you?” the doctor asked. “The first few days will be the most difficult.”
“My mom,” Dakota said, trying to absorb all the information. “I have sisters and friends.” Not to mention all the women in town who would step in.
“Good.” The doctor pulled a business card out of her white coat pocket. “I’m on call this weekend. If you need me, the answering service will be able to get in touch with me.”
Dakota took the card and sighed. “Thank you. Is there any way I could convince you to move in with me for the next couple of years?”
Dr. Silverman laughed. “I think my husband would object, but I’ll ask him.”
“I really appreciate all of this.”
The doctor touched the top of Hannah’s head. “From what I can tell, she’s basically healthy. Once we get her ears cleared up and her baby teeth in, your life will calm down. Try to stay relaxed and sleep when you can. Oh, and keep breathing.”
They discussed when Dakota should bring her new daughter in for a follow-up visit, what circumstances would require a phone call to the doctor and what to look for that could be dangerous.
“I think you’re going to be fine,” the doctor told her. “Both of you.”
Dakota nodded. “I understand and I appreciate all the information.” Now if only she could figure out a way to keep it straight in her head.
She carried Hannah back into the waiting room. Finn stood when he saw her and closed the distance between them.
“What did she say?” he asked.
“Hopefully not more than I can remember.” Dakota walked to the receptionist and made her follow-up appointment.
As she and Finn walked to his car, she told him about the visit and what the doctor had said. “I have to get a prescription filled,” she said. “And change her formula, but I’m supposed to do that over time. Otherwise she could get really sick. Right now tummy trouble is the last thing she needs.”
Getting overwhelmed seemed easy enough, she thought. Talk about going from zero to sixty without a whole lot of warning. Everyone was encouraging her, telling her she could do it, but at the end of the day, she was going to be the one left with the baby.
“I’ll take you home,” Finn told her. “Then I’ll go get the prescription filled. One less thing for you to do.”
Dakota finished strapping Hannah into her car seat, then closed the back door and straightened. “You’ve already done so much for me. I don’t know how to thank you.”
“I’ll send you a list.”
The drive back to Dakota’s place didn’t take very long. She kept looking over her shoulder, checking on Hannah. Exhaustion seemed to have set in, and the baby was sleeping.
She told herself that once Hannah started on the medication, everything would be better. At least that was her hope. There were—
“Somebody’s having a party,” Finn said as he pulled into her driveway.
She followed his gaze and saw there were at least a dozen cars parked on the street. She recognized a few of them and had a feeling she knew the owners of the others.
Warmth and relief chased away a good portion of the fear. She really wasn’t alone. How could she have forgotten that?
“It’s not a party,” she told him, then got out of the car. “Not in the way you’re thinking.”
He faced her across the roof of the vehicle. “Then what is it?”
“Come see.”
She collected Hannah from her car seat. The baby barely stirred. Finn grabbed the diaper bag and followed her into the house.
She’d seen all the cars, but was still surprised by the number of people in her living room and kitchen. Her mother was there along with her sisters. Mayor Marsha and Charity, a very pregnant Pia. Liz and the feuding hairdressing sisters, Julia and Bella. Gladys and Alice, and Jenel from the jewelry store. There were women everywhere.
“There she is,” Denise said, hurrying toward them. “Are you all right? How was the trip? How’s your sweet little girl?”
Dakota handed her daughter over to her mother. But that was all she could do. Anything else was impossible. Her throat was too tight, her heart too full.
From where she stood, she could see stacks of presents. The packages were yellow and pink and white, topped with ribbons and bows. There was a high chair in the dining room and stacks of diapers on the chairs. She could see two steaming crockpots on the counter in her kitchen, a large basket of fruit and a bouquet of balloons.
As Denise rocked her new granddaughter in her arms, Nevada and Montana led Dakota into the spare room. Her small computer desk had been pushed to the far wall. Once-white walls had been painted the softest of pinks. New curtains hung at the windows. A thick rug covered the hardwood floor.
A crib sat in the center of the room. The linens were a cheerful yellow and white background with ballerina rabbits. A mobile of bunnies and ducks spun lazily overhead. There was a changing table and a dresser. The closet doors were open and tiny clothes hung on white hangers.
“It’s some special paint,” Nevada said. “There aren’t any fumes, so it’s safe for the baby. Everything else is organic
