[Certain actions and characters in this image have been dramatized for
television blogging, but are inspired by true events and a real baby]
I was worrying away while feeding Arden her last bottle before bed–no dirty diaper all day = midnight poopie surprise? Shudder. Just then she spits out her bottle, looks at me with cross-eyed distress and starts whimpering. I hoist her up, look deep into her eyes and say, “what’s wrong, baby?” in my most confident mama-will-fix-this, sugary sweet (just) slightly higher pitched voice.
“oh, no….” she says (with only her quivering eye muscles)
whimper, whimper. spurt
whimper. squirt, blurp, whimper, bloop < smiles
doo~ doodoodoo doo doo doodoodoo doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo doodoodoo
don’t worry. be happy.