It was a dark and stormy night. A cliché I know, but true. No one in the apartment but me and the baby, my 5 month old niece. She was supposed to be asleep in the room at the back of our home. Nope, she was crying instead, wailing more like it. It was different however, which is why I walked down the hall a little faster than normal. People who have spent some time around a baby tend...
