..about watching a 20 month old hold the mask firmly in place, pressing the inhaler, singing rhymes while she breathes the medication in and out and thinking that the rhymes are a part of the process. About watching her disassemble the mask, inhaler and kit and neatly put it away for the next use.
All while a 30 year old woman breaks down inside. Too weak to bear what the little 20 month old takes it in her stride. Precisely because she takes it in her stride.
PS: This is an old post I found in my drafts. The Bean is fine these days. And oh – once it’s over, she thinks its a big production and tells us to clap – Clappy Bajao!!!