for Jeremy while we are away

 

Bizarre nightmare sugar story #2

ok, well, remember it is your choice to read this story just as it is my choice to divulge such information about this life.....
This actually happened about 2 months ago but since it is now complete I will write.
Temo and I visited some friends on their farm and we got a ride with some new friends and their baby Florian who is 4 days older than Temo.
It was a typical Tipp day...windy, dark and persistent rain. During afternoon tea I decided to eat a piece of sponge cake that had some kind of icing and peaches on top. Everything was ok, we trapsed back to the car through the muck'n'mud, said our goodbyes and departed. I was feeling ok. Suddenly the urge to vomit came over me and before I knew it, there I was sitting in the back seat wedged between two babies in their carseats with a mouth full of vomit. What to do, what to do.....would these people understand? Is body language universal? It was stormy weather by that stage and at the time of obviously needing to stop the car, Andre was navigating through a flooded country lane on a pitch black night. So I decided to not do anything and empty the contents of my mouth into my raincoat!! I thought everything was contained but then I felt the warm goo flowing down the side of my leg and onto the seat. By that stage the babies were puzzled and Temo perhaps a little distressed as to what was going on. I sure was anyway. And then there was the smell. And it wasn't a big car. And yet nothing was said, everything remained quiet in the car yet this absurd event had just taken place and my mind was reeling as to what on earth to do or say or how to do it or say it. I decided to stay quiet and proceeded to repeat the vomitting into the jacket another 3 times before we got home. I felt so incredibly ill by the time we did get home that I couldn't even speak properly. They had to ask "pardon?" when I tried to say "goodbye". Getting out of the car with Temo and a jacket full of vomit and having cleaned up the mess is another story in itself. Also the atmosphere in the car and out of the car, the quiet, everything, another story....
I was so embarrassed about what had happened that I wanted to avoid Andre and Mika like the plague. However after choosing the right moment recently to be honest I decided to tell them the whole story about what had happened and why I may have seemed more than strange. I was even going to write the story, translate it into German and give it to them so they understood. It turned out that they didn't notice anything at all. They even apologised for being wrapped up in their own world and not noticing a thing! And that's the funny part of the story.
The culprit was the sponge cake for sure.

Links via Byron Child Mag

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creating learning communities

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vaccination

http://www.naturalchild.org/gallery/
natural child art gallery

http://www.byronchild.com/arts44.htm
breastfeeding - a mother at a play group I take Temo to told me her husband pressured her not to breastfeed because of it harming his financial status to other people! 30% of mothers breastfeed in Ireland when they leave hospital.