“I know what you went through,” she said gently. “I’m not disputing your experience. But genetically, there is no maternal match. When we see results like this, we consider two urgent explanations: a laboratory error—or a baby mix-up.”
My mouth went dry. “A mix-up… as in switched babies?”
“It’s rare,” Dr. Patel said, “but it does happen—most often during extremely busy shifts when protocols aren’t followed perfectly. We immediately contacted the lab to verify the chain of custody. They’ve confirmed that all samples—yours, the baby’s, and Ryan’s—were correctly labeled and processed.”
I pressed my hand to my chest, struggling to slow my breathing. “So… what does this mean?”
“It means law enforcement needs to be involved right away,” she replied. “Hospital security and administration are already being alerted. If this was an accidental exchange, we must find the other infant immediately and ensure both babies are safe. If someone interfered intentionally, then this becomes a criminal investigation.”
Without realizing it, my arms tightened around the baby carrier. My son—my son—made a soft sound in his sleep. Tears blurred my vision.
“Are you saying someone took my baby?”