The Night I Almost Lost My Newborn And Learned Who To Really Trust

After giving birth, I lay in the hospital with my newborn beside me. A nurse offered to take her to the nursery so I could rest, but I declined. Exhausted the next night, I asked for her to be taken, only to be told she was already there. Panic set in; no one had entered my room. The nurse rushed out, and soon others arrived, questioning me repeatedly. I insisted I hadn’t given her to anyone. They urged me to stay in bed, but I demanded to see the nursery. There, I saw my baby—but her bassinet had another mother’s surname. The staff claimed it was a

mistake, but their unease was palpable. Holding her again, I felt no relief. A nurse later slipped me a note warning me to trust only Nurse Valeria. Another mom later shared a similar story of a mix-up, caught by Valeria. Months later, I filed a complaint. The hospital’s vague response and a news report about a staffer’s termination hinted at deeper issues. A letter from Valeria revealed a man in scrubs had been switching ID tags, possibly with ulterior motives. Trust your instincts, she wrote—they saved my daughter.