Shabbos was drawing to a close. I had coaxed Ben to eat his supper, belting out zemiros to keep him content. I changed him into the new pajamas I had managed to snatch in the madhouse that was Costco, the beautiful shade of blue contrasting with his tanned feet.
The day had been warm and humid, but a pleasant breeze had begun to whisper through the trees, the sun no longer glaring as it slid lower in the sky. I decided to give Ben his pre-bed bottle outside in the fresh air. (He would spend the whole day outdoors if he could.)
The moment was perfect.
Ben removed the almost-empty bottle from his mouth and emitted an dainty burp.
I smiled at him adoringly.
Then there was geyser of white liquid shooting out of him. I was hit! It was followed by his dinner, Greek yogurt, compote, and chia seed pudding, all still very recognizable, but now smelling distinctly of vomit.
He blinked innocently, while I remained frozen for a few seconds in shock. I was dripping in projectile.
Han and I then stripped the poor stinking fellow, who seemed oddly unperturbed at losing all his stomach contents. It did not go well when I tried to force some Pedialyte down his throat; he is surprisingly strong for a baby.
I then bundled him into bed, worrying at his refusal to drink, and spent the night tiptoeing in repeatedly to check on his breathing.
I wondered—it had been a perfect moment. But I couldn't keep that moment? Seriously? The moment had to be literally puked all over?
I then remembered "Bikeish Yaakov leshev b'shalva." All Yaakov wanted was to live a life of peace. But that's not what this life is about. Peace is for the next world. Here, we must suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
Well, I suppose I could handle a stomach bug.
I called my sister in a panic on Motzei Shabbos; she poo-pooed my worries. And he was bright-eyed by morning, ready for another perfect moment.
I wondered—it had been a perfect moment. But I couldn't keep that moment? Seriously? The moment had to be literally puked all over?
I then remembered "Bikeish Yaakov leshev b'shalva." All Yaakov wanted was to live a life of peace. But that's not what this life is about. Peace is for the next world. Here, we must suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
Well, I suppose I could handle a stomach bug.
I called my sister in a panic on Motzei Shabbos; she poo-pooed my worries. And he was bright-eyed by morning, ready for another perfect moment.
My daughter is the queen of very short lived stomach bugs (I'm much happier to have these, than the longer term ones)- she gets tired, seems sick, pukes between 1/2 an hour and 2 hours later, and then is totally fine, most of the time. And at least with these ones, she doesn't seem to infect other people. I hope that Ben has the same good fortune.
ReplyDeleteYes, he was fine! Thank you!
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