Broken Fever

Things at work have been crazy lately. And by lately I mean ever since I started working there. My first day was also the first day for the chick who was to replace the pregnant lady. Little Mama had decided she wasn't coming back after the baby was born. The replacement chick lasted about 4 months. By this time Little Mama had the baby and agreed to come in a couple hours a week to help out until someone new was hired. With one condition, she had to bring the baby. Things were swell for a while. I would just stay out of the office while the baby was in. But I could not hold out for long. I could smell that baby as soon as they came in the front door. Then one day Little Mama caught me off guard while I was on break. I do not smoke and I do not have a computer at work so I read books. Little Mama asked if I would hold the baby while she ran out side for a smoke. I could not say no. I reached for that tiny person and she smiled at me. AND SHE SMELLED SO GOOD. That was it, I had baby fever. I held out for as long as I could but I am simply not immune to that smell. Irrational? Yes. It does not matter that I am in no position to have another child. Baby fever is the sickness that feeds off of a woman's biological clock. It makes a perfectly happy woman look at a screaming baby and say to herself "I will not be happy until I have one of my own." It does not matter that I already have a child. In fact, I never experienced baby fever until Angelbaby was about 2 years old. WHY DOES THAT BABY HAVE TO SMELL SO GOSH DARNED GOOD? Yesterday, several coworkers including Little Mama went to a funeral. It was the son of a former employee. 17 years old. All mothers fear the death of their child from the moment that child is born. I did not know the former employee or her son but her tragedy made all my fears seem a little more realistic. My anxiety boiled to the surface and the baby fever was broken.