I watch the doctor insert a long needle into my vein. The alcohol wipe leaves an icy trail and jerks me further from my lulled state. I tell myself not to do that again anytime soon. I lift my arms and pain shoots from my shoulder into my neck. Relax and I won’t feel a thing? What a concept. He talks to me as if I’m a child in need of comfort. The overly gentle voice belongs to a man in a white coat. I watch her dispose of tubing and wrappers, and the closing of the trash can’s metal lid sounds final, evoking a feeling I can’t quite place, a vague sense of loss, like a pickpocket making off with my loose change, disappearing into the crowd that is my strange memory.Ī male voice sounds out of nowhere. The nurse’s hair is in a ponytail and the pockets of her cardigan sag. She pumps a lever and the bed jerks upward, then another lever triggers a motor rais- ing the headboard until my upper body is resting almost vertically. I make out a woman in baby blue scrubs, a nurse, slipping a plastic tube over my head, and immedi- ately two prongs hiss cold air into my nostrils. I hear is of crude hands tearing fragile fabric. My chest is on fire, and ringing in my left ear numbs the entire side of my face. I open my mouth, my lips begin to form the words, but the burning sensation in my head becomes unbear- able. I know immediately something is amiss.Ī siren sounds, it stutters for a second, then turns into a steady torment. My face is hot, my thoughts vague, like dusty boxes in obscure and dark attic spaces. I move my legs, they respond, barely, but they respond. I try and try but I’m not getting anywhere. My thoughts are sluggish, as if I’m running underwater. She has two bottom teeth.Ī voice sounds out of nowhere.

The day of her disappearance she wore white one-piece pajamas with a cupcake print. Mia Connor has brown eyes and blond hair, is 25 inches tall, and weighs 14 pounds. Immediately call the TIPS hotline if you have any infor- mation about the infant’s whereabouts. “We’re hoping somebody will come forward and give us the information allowing us to locate the child.” “It’s very frustrating,” said Eric Rodriguez, spokes- person for the NYPD, when he appeared briefly at a news conference on Friday.

The father was out of town when the infant disappeared. The mother discovered the child was missing when she woke up the next morning. Mia Connor was last seen by her mother, Estelle Paradise, 27, around midnight when she laid her down to sleep. The parents and the NYPD are pleading with the pub- lic for any assistance in the investigation and are asking Brooklyn residents in the North Dandry neighborhood to come forward if they witnessed any suspicious behav- ior on the night and early morning of the 30th. MISSING: SEVEN-MONTH-OLD INFANT DISAPPEARS FROM CRIBīrooklyn, NY-The New York City Police Department is asking for the public’s help in locating 7-month-old Mia Connor.

Remember mia by alexandra burt