My son’s bris this morning was not “botched”, but it was followed by an immediate instruction from the mohel to get my son to the ER.
The doctors cleared us after a couple hours. We’re home. I don’t know what to think. I keep trying to cry – maybe out of anxiety and fear, maybe out of relief and happiness that all seems fine now. But I haven’t gotten any tears out.
Now, insanely trivial questions fill my head: did my guests eat the large breakfast we got catered? Was it just a silent affair, with hurried whispers wondering why we rushed out with the baby? What do I say to the next person who asks if I would recommend this mohel? What do I do with this speech I prepared for this occasion, that remains un-uttered.
And what do I say to my wonderful friends who are reaching out, looking to celebrate the bris and naming with us, but are unaware of the immediate fallout of the ceremony and how we spent the rest of this morning?
Now I’m shoving leftover apple kugel into my mouth. Why did nobody else eat this?
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