I have been diagnosed with "baby tendonitis." The pain in my wrist I thought was the result of a spill on the ice in the park across the street is actually the result of schlepping my son around, his bottom cradled in my now suffering left hand while I attempt to do things with my dominant right hand. My doctor's advice: wear a brace and call me if it's not better in two weeks.
What I learned from this: babies are dangerous in unpredictable ways.
Last week, my son and I made our first solo airplane flight. He was a rock star, proving himself to be less of a fussbudget when flying half-way across the country than when sitting in the confines of our home. I understand-- I get stir crazy too. He is clearly his mother's child, eager to be on the move.
So thrilled was I when we made it through security without protest (by him) or a total meltdown (by me), it took me a few minutes to notice that the TSA folks were investigating my carry-on. Specifically, the bottle of breast milk I had brought along in case he needed to eat when it was inconvenient for me to flash my fellow passengers. There was some sort of swabby testy thing going on whereby they sought to confirm the safety of the bottle's contents.
What I learned from this: the government is on to babies. Why couldn't they have warned me?
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