[ woman ]
let me go,
just for a minute. [ man ]
you’re going to stare
that baby right into a coma. Stop exaggerating. It’s not good
to check the baby
every five minutes And imagining
one terrible thing
or another. I know, I know. Here it starts.
Here we go. Rudyard– Rudyard,
she’s not breathing. Honey,
she’s sleeping. The baby’s
sleeping. No. Rudyard,
it’s crib death. It’s sleep ! She’s asleep,
honey. Maybe. Come on. Emma. [ baby cries ] Oh, good. There.