In Slo-Mo

Traveling the other day with the family, we were in JFK air port and of course a bathroom trip was necessary. M had E and I had MHM. After changing him I had to go so he was balanced on my hip as securely as possible. I found a ledge for the carry-on so I proceeded.

Mind you, our wonderful 1.5 yr old still has his Chuchi and needs it for calming. These chuchies are ever disappearing and on vacation we just had a couple and couldn't afford to loose one. So he had it in his mouth as I was in mid-stream it happened...

He whipped his head abruptly from left to right and I saw it happen in super slow motion. He let go of the chuchi and it arced through the air. Fearing the loss of a necessary piece of equipment, with my NOW free hand tried to grab it. Now parts of me were now unrestrained but the fear of losing this was greater than the worry of what might happen. There was a moment where I thought I had as complete success as possible for the situation but then it passed as the chuchi deflected off my hand and continued on an altered course. At that moment, I felt a sense of loss and failure. Then I was remotely aware that I had now gotten moist from untold motion and figured that it would blend with the juice that only minutes ago flowed freely from E's sippy cup. After a valiant try, the chuchi did at least come to rest on the top edge of the urinal stopping most quickly behind the fill pipe. It looked moderately clean so I was as happy as possible for the moment. I gathered my composure and finished my business. I quickly washed my hands and doused the chuchi with copious amounts of soap, stuck it in the carry-on and retrieved the back-up from my pocket and went on my way to the boarding gate with not a mention to M as I decided that I Must write about this....

Done.