"Oh my god! How do you stop a baby from crying?" Karmen muttered, his earlier confidence completely shattered. Noah had been continuously weeping for fifteen minutes, and Karmen felt a cold dread creeping up his spine. "If Gabriel sees this, he's going to kill me."
The maids rushed in, drawn by the persistent, frantic wails, and tried everything they could think of to soothe Noah, but nothing was working.
Karmen had attempted every textbook solution, feeding him milk, checking his diaper, bouncing him gently, but the infant was unrelenting.
"Noah, your mama and papa will be with you soon. Please, stop!" Karmen pleaded desperately, even joining his hands in a silent appeal. "How does Gabriel even do it? He always said Noah is a quiet boy! But all he's doing is crying loudly. My ears hurt and my head too," he complained, gesturing helplessly toward the maids, urging them to find a solution.
