Did you hear about the one where the woman was nursing her baby while sitting on the pool steps?
The story goes that she got stung by something on her shoulder and she freaked. She dunked herself to get rid of the horrible monster attacking her. She completely forgot about the baby until she re-emerged. Her husband yells, “the baby!” She looks down to find the baby still latched on. Cedar, er, the baby, goes back to her nursing without any fuss.
Ah, but the mother can’t let it go.
Expecting to find a huge swollen sting, she sheepishly discovers a tiny red mark from what was probably a wee little sweat bee.
The mother is troubled by her complete absorption in self-preservation. For a moment, she truly forgot about the babe in arms. She’s been imagining all sorts of scenes (concentration camps, hostage situations, famines) and wondering if she would sacrifice her children to save herself.
Her sister, the counselor, helpfully suggested that it is like the rule on planes to place the oxygen mask on you before the child. Another friend praised her for saving the baby from the killer bee. Her husband…well, I won’t mention what he says.
The mother is relieved that it was a private pool with no witnesses.