The Fairies Didn’t Want Him
The fairies slapped a big ol’ “return to sender” stamp on Erik’s butt and took back their own changeling. I’m surprised they kept him as long as they did. Maybe they thought their magic fairy dust would calm him, only to find out he is immune to all such efforts.
Today was glorious–so glorious I thought a call to the doctor might be in order. Then I realized how inane that call would be.
Me: Hello, I think my child is gravely ill. I have to bring him in right away.
Doctor: What’s wrong with him?
Me: He’s not crying. He hasn’t cried all day. He’s just sitting in his swing looking at me and not crying.
Doctor: . . .
He was good when I put on his outdoor clothing and took him for a little walk. He didn’t squall while I made some posts on a forum I frequent. He didn’t whimper with his chin all a-quiver while I tried to cook dinner. He just stared. And stared. And stared some more.
Frankly, it was creepy.
I didn’t want to ask the fairies what they did with my baby, though, because I was afraid they’d bring him back. I liked the changeling. He smiled sometimes. I could get used to that.
Then Mike had to be a good and proper daddy and delve into fairyland to bring his son back. I knew I shouldn’t have left him alone with the new baby. I was working out, enjoying the peace and quiet, when the screaming started. It didn’t stop for nearly two hours.
He finally wore himself out and is sleeping in my armpit right now, which is a good thing. Mike had to go back out to work so it would have just been me and the MisterE (I think I like the name The MisterE {pronounced mystery} for the boy). I’m better equipped to handle it tonight since my nerves haven’t been worn thin throughout the day, but I’m still crossing all crossable parts and praying he doesn’t wake up.