Taking My Baby to Barbados

Date: 4/14/2019

By Swords

I am on my way to Barbados for work with Wanda, who is sometimes Vanessa/Allison but always one person. We have some meetings for the library. We go though tbe library store room to look for things we can bring. I have to go to the bathroom and Wanda opens the door so all the techs can see and I must wipe and pull my pants up discreetly. I soap and wash my hands at a counter between the library desks and store room with an open upper half barn door. Roderick says he has a virus that erased his computer. It is the 3rd one I have heard of in a couple days and I tell everyone to be careful - no more sharing USBs. They do not look concerned. We arive at the airport and I have a new baby boy, very small, 6 pounds. I vaguely remember being pregnant but forgot I had the baby until now. He is naked except for a disposable diaper. Where has he been these last months? I recalll I have another baby, 2 or 3 years-old. Where is he? We are climbing stairs and escalators to find our waiting room in the airport. The plane leaves at 2-something. I drop the baby a few times because I forget he's there. When I pick him up he is SO happy to see me and cuddles to my neck. I want to find more diapers and clothes, including an outfit for me because I brought nothing. There are so many restaurants but no variety stores. I ask Wanda if we are only going for one day and she says, Yes. Allison brags that she has already contacted her connections in Barbados, and set up appointments. Was I supposed to do that too? I ask and Vanessa tells me we are meeting them together. Whew. After going 5 floors up, there is a waiting room. I don't have the baby. I look around and he is crawling naked across the floor. I catch him and make a comment about kids getting away, to appease other parents looking at me in horror. They back off - so maybe I'm just more relaxed than the helicopter parents. I look for his diaper among the other parents' diaper bags. It is still clean so I put him in it but he is too thin to keep it up. I will have to hold him by the diaper. Maybe if I can't find a store that sells diapers at the airport, I can borrow one from another parent. I find a variety store. The shop owner is out of diapers and won't stop talking about how I must come back in 2 weeks and something about the truck that delivers them. I say, "fuck off" in a pleasant voice, walking away, and another customer laughs. Wanda is not impressed with my rudeness and thanks the man. I follow Wanda out of the store with my baby but soon realize it is just a woman who looks like Wanda from a distance. I can't find Wanda anywhere and she has the tickets. What time is it? I try to text or phone Wanda but my phone has had an automatic upgrade with a home screen featuring a beautiful palace from Singapore, and all the buttons are in Chinese characters. I try a button at the bottom right to see if it will switch back to my old home screen, which it does but very slowly. I am running out of time. My home screen is mud hutts around a fire. I find Wanda and get on the plane. I am sitting beside Lisa, who suggests my other baby is probably with Carly. I will have to text Carly when I am not on the plane to make sure. "I guess we are bonding alone this weekend," I tell the younger baby. I tell Lisa I am making a movie about her life, but was waiting until she was comfortable with the exposure. She is very excited.