Heirs to the Sky

In the quiet hours before dawn on a balmy morning in mid-May, the private presidential maternity suite on the fourteenth floor of Mount Sinai Hospital in Manhattan was alive with focused, hushed intensity. Outside the expansive panoramic windows overlooking the moonlit canopy of Central Park, the city slept beneath a blanket of soft indigo twilight, its distant avenue lights twinkling through the pre-dawn mist. But inside Suite 1402, illuminated by…