Portacrib

Now she tossed her head back and swallowed a warm, clear ounce or so, then she capped the bottle and thrust it back under her shirts in the drawer and stood over the Portacrib, staring down at Duncan.

Surrender, Dorothy Meg Wolitzer 1999

She was now terrified of something happening to him; when he slept in his Portacrib, she started at the receiver of the infant monitor, hypnotized by watching the red lights rise and fall with his breathing.

Surrender, Dorothy Meg Wolitzer 1999

She motioned in the vague direction of the Portacrib, where Duncan lay asleep.

Surrender, Dorothy Meg Wolitzer 1999

Across the room, the baby now breathed softly in the downy depths of his Portacrib.

Surrender, Dorothy Meg Wolitzer 1999