And then in the middle of that, my nanny, Melinda, called with a strange voice. "Ça ne va pas." Right away I thought Noam was not going well, as he just had recovered from a bad stomac bug and I was not sure it was completely over... NO... Melinda's mom had just past away. What a terrible news. It took me a few seconds to be able to feel compasionate to her, my mind was struggling trying to figure an emergency option for Noam's care in those next few days, or hours... I managed to say the appropriate things and Melinda came back home quickly to rush home and organize her departure to Ivory Coast.
Even before she returned, I enlisted my group of best friends, all moms from the neighborhood, to help me find some alternate care for Noam. In within hours, I was able to figure something for both days. Thank you so much girls!
So as Noam is sleeping now, I am going to do the same. I need to be ready tomorrow...
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