It was 3 o’clock in the morning, and I could hear my phone ringing. I stumbled from the bed and headed to the living room where I had left my cell phone. My heart stopped beating for a second when I saw it was my daughter. When she was laughing, I almost shouted at her, but then she told me she was on the way to the hospital. I quickly dressed and headed to the hospital to be with my daughter as she gave birth to my first grandchild. The night air was frigid, and I pulled my jacket tight around my neck as I impatiently waited for my heater to put out some much needed heat. I ran from the car to the hospital, only to realize the hospital was just as cold as the outside. I asked the nurse what happened to the heating, and she told me the HVAC system had been glitching all day. They had the HVAC company working on the situation, but so far there had been no luck. They told me how to get to the OB ward so I could be with my daughter. They had a space heater hooked up in her birthing room. At least they were trying to keep the patients warm. I asked about the nursery and the nurse told me the nursery and a couple other areas in the hospital had their own heating systems. This made me feel better knowing my grandchild would be in a warm nursery. She then told me that every incubator had its own heating system. As long as the temperature in the hospital didn’t go below freezing, the babies would be safe for up to 48 hours.