2:00 AM, Christmas Eve morning.
Little Pirate and his Mom are in the ER at Primary Children's Hospital. His fever is 101. He's not eating very well. His white blood cell count is WAY below normal levels for a newborn.
Mom has had 1 hour of sleep in the past 24 hours. They've just told her they need to admit the Little Pirate, insert an IV in his tiny hand and do a spinal tap in his back.
When Mom shows some reluctance to admit the Little Pirate, the ER dr. declares he could easily call Child Protection Services and they will back him (not Mom).
Welcome to my version of hell.