She took the baby to her chest and looked down at him. He seemed to look back up with his filmy eyes, his little mouth working and wrinkling as he was about to start crying. She remembered then that babies took milk from their mothers. With a red face, she lifted the blanket to cover herself a bit before exposing her breast to the little one. He latched on after rooting around a moment or two, and ate lustily of the milk. She peeked under the blanket for a moment to watch him, then said, "I think he'll be fine. Oh, but ye're a big boy ain't ye?" She gave a tired laugh and settled her head back. Her eyes then settled on the doctor and she continued to blush, but said, "Thank ye fer yer efforts."