Write a short story about a kidnapping from the point of view of the kidnapper

It is late into my shift at the local hospital, and It is slow tonight. I welcome the silence, it feels nice like a quiet car ride home from a rock concert. 
 
 I sit at my desk with a sliver of a tear in my eyes finishing my divorce papers from my husband of 2 years. He does n't want children, at all, but I want nothing more than to be a mother. Seeing these adorable babies every day makes my ovries ache with want. I ca n't help it, it's ingrained into my DNA. 
 
 *ring ring ring* 
 
 I'm snapped out of my pitiful drama, `` Miss Smith, we have an emergency C-section, MVA ( motor viehical accident ), O2 saturation 90, unresponsive to pain...'' I collect all relevant information to pass to the rest of the staff. 
 
 We are set up in a matter of minutes. Just as the doctor gets his sterile gloves on, the woman is pushed into the OR and we begin. 
 
 `` Ventilators on, O2 97, heart rate 110'' 
 
 Doc, `` get her heart rate down, push 1 mg epinephrine'' 
 
 `` Sterile field ready'' 
 
 `` 10 blade'' 
 
 Doc, `` What's the infents heart rate?'' 
 
 `` 160'' 
 
 Doc, `` Quickly guys, more gauze, suction please'' 
 
 After 3 minutes of blood and cutting the baby is out, and I collect him in my hands. He is blue and not crying, we get him under the heat lamp and rub him down, suction his mouth and nose, trying to get blood flowing and some kind of noise from his body. Nothing. I shout across the room `` starting CPR'' and I press the BVM to his face and begin counting my co worker giving light compressions to his chest as I push oxygen into his little lungs. 
 
 The mother is rushed to the main OR where the Father is already being treated. 
 
 After 2 minutes and thirteen seconds his limp body finally shakes to life and let's out a very healthy scream. He is so small and absolutely beautiful, 4 lbs, 10oz, 14 inches long. 
 
 10 minutes later, we get a call, my co worker answers, `` Hello, yes sir... yes sir... ok, I understand.'' 
 
 She hangs up and turns to me and chokes out, `` The Parents did n't make it, we need to feed him.'' 
 
 Without hesitation, I grab a bottle of formula from the bottom drawer and sit down with him and he eats for the first time in his life. He reaches up and hold the side if the bottle and his tiny warm hand grabs one of my fingers, and he looks up at me with his baby blue eyes. If I did n't know any better, I would swear he smiled at me, like a big `` thank you'' for feeding me, and I smile back. 
 
 My coworker looks down and at him and I can hear the smile in her voice,'' I think he likes you.'' 
 
 The mother inside me is too much, 
 
 I say to my friend, `` I'm going to walk him around for a minute.'' 
 
 I love this baby and I will do anything for him. So I drive, I do n't know where I am driving to, I do n't know what I am going to do, but what ever it is, it will be for him, my son, my love. 
 
 
 CCW 
 
 Edit: P.s. I am a guy and a father and I teared up as I wrote this.
