I am trying to get to the subway, and I am being thwarted by the slowest group of tourists ever to walk past Ground Zero. I have said, "Excuse me," to try to get past them at least three times.
I repeat, "Excuse me."
"Are you kidding me?" as I move past them (and by "move," I might mean push).
Five minutes ago, I was in my office pumping when I saw that my cell phone, sitting on top of my printer, was buzzing. I looked at the incoming call ID, and it was a "718" number. I always take "718" calls at work because Day Care is in Brooklyn, and because my husband works in Brooklyn. I turn off the pump.
"This is [one of the directors at Day Care]. [Baby] is fine, but . . ."
Pause. Probably just half of a second? A terrifying length of time.
" . . . but he has had three diapers that were filled with diarrhea today, and we call when there are three because there is a risk of dehydration. You may want to call your doctor for some [hydrating potion] . . ."
"I understand. I will be there in . . . "
"If you can get here within an hour, that will be just fine. [Baby] is in good spirits, but he should probably see a doctor."
"I will be there in half an hour, forty-five minutes at the most."
I am on the train heading to Brooklyn. That kid's headphones are so loud. Why is he listening to such crap music? Is techno even music? I hope the woman standing next to me, humming her way through the subway ride, is getting off at this stop. I think I know which stop I am going to . . . I have never ridden to Day Care, only from Day Care. Am I right that this is the stop? I think that this is the stop.
"Oh, hi. He is so tired this afternoon."
I look over and see Baby reclining in a portable baby seat, thumb in mouth, bottle under his other arm, gazing off into space. Baby sees me and smiles a dazed, toothless smile. I plop him in the stroller and pack up the million and two things (including several soiled outfits) we need to go. After we leave and turn the corner, I pull over on the sidewalk to check in on Baby. He is, indeed, in good spirits, and so mine lift as well.
Baby was fine and got the all-clear from his doctor. He did have a little bug, though, which brought on a fever, a cough, and an extraordinary amount of snot. Today he seems better.