There are newborn babies in the hospital nursery who cry out but there is no mother there to hear them, no mother to take them up and hold them. Abandoned or born addicted or simply forgotten, these babies are alone. The nurses do what they can but it is the volunteers who come to hold the babies, to speak softly, to sit in the rocking chair and hum to the babies the lullabies that someone once hummed to us. It is certainly a help to the nurses. It is a godsend to the babies. And for us? Reward beyond measure.