`Stop it!' she screams and claps a hand over the baby's mouth. `Stop it! Stop it! _Stop it!'_ Her other hand is full of baby stool and she's afraid she's going to be sick. The phone rings. `No!' she cries. She's hanging on to the baby, leaning woozily away, listening to the phone ring. `Okay, okay,' she sighs, getting ahold of herself. But when she lets go of the baby, it isn't screaming any more. She shakes it. Oh no...