Has Hell Frozen Over?

Because I am a Godmother, lord help this baby. It was my first bris, and though I asked the mohel (the snipper) for the easiest job, he flatly refused and assigned me the task of holding the bottle filled with good ol' Manishewitz and Pedialyte in the baby's mouth while he was snipped.

Breathe in, breathe out, focus on staying vertical. I am terrible with medical stuff and doctors; was sleep deprived; a little hungover; sore; exhausted; and shocked that I'd be responsible for dispensing the meds. But as my friend, who is also a Godmother and had performed the same task, pointed out, it's appropriate that we are giving the kid his first drink. L'Chaim! My mom said I looked like I was having difficulty, um, breathing. Hell, I'd never even been to a bris, let alone bottle-fed a baby, and now I was doing it in front of 30 or so family, friends and strangers. Some serious retail therapy was needed and had after that, let me tell you.

So now, I'm completely spent. The parents, the family friends, and my crazy ass friend were all in town in addition to all the baby stuff. And last night I couldn't sleep at all, so I'm a total zombie...