Her Dad’s Best Friend novel Chapter 87

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

Chapter 12

Spit Bubbles

Elia

I'm still naked in the bedroom when I hear the front door close. I can hear sounds coming 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 formula 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 occupied, 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 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 Camilla gave me the recipe for. So while waiting for Jeff to come 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 the components. It sort of reminds me of chemistry class. 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 Play.

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 playpen and pop him into the high chair.

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

I strain the solution and come 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 formula.

I can watch him visibly relax. 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."