Newborn Baby Cries All Day No Matter What Parents Do, after a While They Check His Crib

Walter returned home from work, and the piercing cries of his infant son greeted him, echoing through the house. His wife, Abby, sat in the kitchen, her face etched with exhaustion and frustration.

“How long has Logan been crying?” Walter asked, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

“I’ve tried everything!” Abby broke into sobs. “I fed him, changed him, burped him, bathed him—nothing works! I even checked his temperature. I don’t know what else to do.”

Becoming parents just a month ago had turned their lives upside down, and Logan’s relentless cries often left Walter feeling helpless.

“Let’s figure it out together,” he reassured her, guiding her to Logan’s room.

When Walter approached the crib, his cheerful demeanor vanished. Instead of Logan, there was a dictaphone emitting the recorded cries of their son, and beside it lay a note. He pressed the stop button, silencing the cries, and froze as he read the chilling message:

“I warned you that you’d regret being rude to me. If you want to see your baby again, leave $200,000 in the storage lockers near the pier. If you go to the police, you’ll never see him again.”

Abby gasped when she saw the note. “What does this mean? Who would do this? Were we rude to someone?”

Walter’s mind raced. He remembered an altercation with the janitor at the maternity hospital. The man had accidentally tripped him, causing Walter to drop a gift for Abby. Frustrated, Walter had lashed out at him.

“You’ll regret this!” the janitor had snapped.

“It must be him,” Walter said. “We need to go to the police.”

Abby hesitated, clutching the note. “No, the kidnapper said not to. What if they hurt Logan? Maybe we should just pay the ransom.”

“I can’t take that risk. We need help to bring Logan home safely.”

Reluctantly, Abby agreed.

As they approached the police station, Walter’s phone buzzed with a text:
“This is your last warning. If you go to the police, your kid goes into the bay. Deliver the money to the location now.”

Abby broke into tears. “Walter, we can’t risk it! Just pay them!”

Walter tried to comfort her. “We’ll figure this out. Let’s get you home first.”

Once Abby was settled, Walter drove to the bank and withdrew the money. He followed the instructions, placing the cash in the storage locker near the pier. But Walter didn’t leave. Instead, he parked nearby, scanning the area. Minutes later, he spotted the janitor retrieving the bag.

Walter trailed him discreetly. The janitor walked to another set of lockers and placed the bag inside. Before Walter could confront him, a tourist group obscured his view. When they cleared, the janitor had vanished.

Walter rushed to the lockers, only to find the bag gone and the back of the locker tampered with. His heart sank. He had failed.

Defeated, Walter returned home, but something felt off. Abby wasn’t there. Her belongings, even the small, personal items, were missing. Walter called her repeatedly, but she didn’t answer.

Realization hit him like a freight train: Abby had orchestrated the kidnapping.

His despair turned into determination. He would not let her get away with this.

Walter returned to the maternity hospital and found Dr. Jones, a doctor he trusted. He explained the situation and made an unusual request. The doctor agreed and placed a call to Abby.

“Mrs. Taylor, this is Dr. Jones from the maternity hospital. We’ve identified a critical genetic condition in your son’s routine tests. He needs urgent treatment to prevent life-threatening complications. Please bring him in immediately.”

Walter’s heart pounded as he listened in. He couldn’t hear Abby’s words, but her frantic tone was clear.

After ending the call, the doctor turned to Walter. “She’s bringing the baby. You’ll need to act fast.”

Hours later, Walter stood in the hospital lobby, his heart racing as Abby arrived with Logan. She was accompanied by Walter’s brother, James—holding Logan in his arms.

Police officers and FBI agents, tipped off by Walter earlier, stepped forward to arrest Abby and James. Abby screamed, accusing Walter of refusing to pay the ransom and endangering their child.

“You think you’ve won?” Abby shrieked as she was handcuffed. “Logan isn’t even yours! He’s James’s son! You couldn’t give me a baby, so I found someone who could.”

Walter froze. James avoided his gaze, guilt written all over his face.

“Logan may not share my blood,” Walter said, stepping forward, his voice steady. “But he’s my son in every way that matters. And I will raise him to be nothing like either of you.”

Months later, Walter finalized Logan’s adoption and began rebuilding their lives. The betrayal had left scars, but every time Logan smiled, Walter felt a surge of hope.

He whispered to his son one evening, “You’re my miracle, Logan. Together, we’ll create a life full of love, no matter what it takes.”