Turbo Healing

Our bundle of joy was laboring in the fog of sickness through most of the day, coughing, feverish, and distracted. In the late afternoon, I went to a community meeting and then briefly to the YMCA to swim, and by the time I got home it was as though someone had replaced my sick baby with a healthy one. Her fever was gone; her cough was just about gone; her distractedness was gone. In fact, she was clearly overjoyed to be well again, “talking” and laughing up a storm, and kicking her legs with glee. We’re choosing to believe that whatever was the problem was healed by mama’s milk, known as it is to contain myriad antibodies and bundles of energy.

Before I’d been home two hours, I’d participated in taking out the Christmas tree, vacuuming up three or four thousand needles, roasting a chicken, and joining my wife and daughter for what may be the best family meal we have ever had. Who knew the level of our concern – exaggerated or not – until it was ended?