Chapter 87


    "I''ll see you tonight," I say. And I''m grabbing my briefcase and out the door.


    Spit Bubbles


    Elia


    I''m still naked in the bedroom when I hear the front door close. I can hear soundsing from the


    baby monitor. Danny is awake. I rush down the stairs, pull on clothes, and run back upstairs, panting.


    Danny is starting to scream as if nobody is with him.


    "Shh, baby," I say. I pull him out of his crib and hold him close. "Time for breakfast, huh?"


    There''s snot dripping out of his nose. He''s the picture of misery. I feel like a terrible human being, even


    though I haven''t even had a chance to brush my teeth today.


    "Let''s get you a bottle," I tell him, carefully walking downstairs with him. I pop him into a freestanding


    high chair and make sure that it''s far away from the table. The leading cause of emergency room visits


    for babies under one year of age is fractured skulls from the wrong kind of high chair. I have zero desire


    to take Danny to the emergency room. I mix the form and water together, letting the baby have a


    bottle that''s slightly warmer than room temperature. He wrinkles his nose as the rush job but puts up


    with it.


    While''s he''s upied, I run for my toothbrush and brush my teeth in the kitchen, keeping an eye on


    Danny. When two minutes are up, I go back to my bathroom and spit before using some mouthwash.


    The second that I''m not in the room, I hear a thunk which makes my heart miss a beat. I skid straight


    back into the kitchen only to find that he''s thrown his bottle on the floor, where it''s leaking.


    "Why''d you throw it?" I ask Danny. He blows some spit bubbles and looks mad. I guess today isn''t


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    going to be as easy as yesterday.


    By six in the evening, I''m dragging ass. Nothing I did today pleased my little tyrant. He was unhappy


    every second of the day, and I just can''t understand why. I remember now that I haven''t given him the


    colic solution that Cami gave me the recipe for. So while waiting for Jeff toe home, I realize I


    have to go to the store. I have no idea when he''ll be home, so I need to take Danny with me. I hunt for


    a stroller in the garage. There''s a giant one that kind of resembles a tank.


    "Looks like we''re walking to the grocery store, buddy," I say to Danny. He kicks his legs and fights me


    as I try to strap him in, so it takes me a few minutes. His face is getting red from temper. I pray that Jeff


    will be home soon. I realize that Danny might be cranky because he hasn''t seen Jeff today yet.


    We walk over to the nearest Target. I spend a lot of time in the spice and herbal medicine sections.


    Finally, I have all theponents. It sort of reminds me of chemistry ss. I pay and I push Danny


    home with the grocery bag tied to the sturdy big handle in the back. I don''t think that a recipe from a


    midwife would actively harm the baby, so I put together the recipe and pray for the best while Danny is


    in the Pack n y.


    When it''s finally done, I have to let it cool. But Danny is starting to scream again, so I pop some ice


    cubes into the solution to help it cool down faster. I pull him out of the ypen and pop him into the


    high chair.


    "Let''s try this out and see if it works, okay?"


    I strain the solution ande up with sort of murky looking liquid. I pop it into a bottle and offer it to


    Danny, putting the nipple in his mouth. To my great relief, he doesn''t spit it out or bat it away. He''s


    sucking on it as if it''s just the same as form.


    I can watch him visibly rx. Sometimes, a baby will get sleepy when he or she is drinking milk.


    Whatever''s happening with Danny has about two times the impact. His sucking gets a little sluggish.


    His eyes droop a lot. I pull the bottle out of his little hands. He yawns hard. I can see the greenish tint to


    his tongue. I pray that whatever it was is okay.


    "Let''s put you in your crib, okay?" I smell his diaper and feel it. He''s peed, but I don''t smell poop. I carry


    him upstairs, change him, and put him in the crib. He''s normally a little crankier when he feels the cold


    air despite the towel that I put on him when I''m changing him. But he seems pretty Zen right now. I put


    him in the crib and he''s all the way out.


    Maybe I should make that recipe every day. I hear the front door open. After turning on the baby


    monitor, I quickly get out of Danny''s room and skip down the stairs.


    "What did you cook? It looks like a healthy shake or something." Jeff shudders in mock disgust.


    "There''s a midwife''s recipe to help with colic," I say.


    Jeff raises his eyebrows at me. "And did it work?"


    "It put Danny to sleep. It remains to be seen if it helps."


    "Did you buy the ingredients yourself?"


    "Yeah." He sorts through the Target bags and puts the receipt into his pants pocket.


    "I''ll reimburse you for the cost in your next paycheck."


    That''s right. I''m his employee.


    "Sounds good." I wish I could just wave it off, but he knows that I''m about to go to college. I have a trust


    fund that I get when I graduate, but until then, I''m just your average broke college student. My dad is


    paying for my tuition, fees, and room and board, but that''s it. I''m paying for my own books and anything


    else, which is why I have a summer job.


    I take a deep breath. "Fettucine alfredo?"


    "You know it."


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