A mother wakes up to the whines of her child, reluctantly rolling out of bed to tend to her offspring. She enters her walk in closet and picks out a pink blouse and black dress pants. In the bathroom she is combing her hair and brushing her teeth at the same time to save on time. The whines she hears evolve into wails. She puts her hair in a low ponytail and proceeds to the little’s room. Upon entering she sees a blue blanket thrown to the ground, landing ungracefully next to the crib. Smelling something foul, she gathers her child from the crib and sets him on the changing table on the other side of the room. After eliminating the smell the mother cradles him to her chest, heading for the living room.

“Where’s the baby?”

“There he is” a mother cooes to her four month old.

“OK little man we got a lot to do today before daddy comes home” she tells her child,even though he is more occupied with his hands in his mouth.

She sets him in a high chair while she goes in the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the duo. She grabs a jar of baby food from the cabinet, she is assaulted by the powerful smell of banana when opening the can. She takes a spoon full for herself, it is her favorite flavor.

“ Who’s ready for the airplanes,” she asks walking over to her child, he screams in his chair hands flailing with excitement for the coming meal.

A “Whoosh” is heard as the mother imitates an aircraft.

“Open wide” and he obliges, more interested in the food then his mothers antics.

As another spoonful is brought to the infant's mouth, a fly lands on his mother’s head, he starts laughing and baby food is now splattered all over the mother.

“Oh fudge” she half yells.

She gets a rag to clean herself up as much as she can. Deciding that breakfast is over, the mother gathers her child and all the laundry in the home. They then proceed to the laundry room. Laundry bag on one hip and baby on the other, she sets her son top the dryer and proceeds to process the clothes. Mom hums a tune while putting whites in the washer and colors in a separate bin.

“Are you excited about going to our park playdate?” she asks more to entertain herself then to receive an answer.

The mother zones out thinking about how she has done nothing for the past few months.

“ I need to get back to work soon” she thought aloud.

Her son sitting idly, the laundry detergent, sheets, etc. keeping him entertained. She lights up when she hears the phone ringing in the other room.

“ I’ll be right back, mommy has to go get that” she then ventures into the living room to answer the call.
“Hello” she addresses the caller. “Oh hi honey, how's work.” “mmhmm”

There is a thump in the other room but she pays no mind, this is the highlight of her day afterall. “well your son got food all over my blouse” “Hey it’s not funny i think it will stain.” “ I understand, we’ll see you tonight, bye bye”

She hangs up the phone and takes a deep breath in, looking down at her ruined shirt, she knows a new outfit is now needed to tackle the rest of this day. Re-entering the laundry room the mother screams. Picking him up from the cold tile ground she cradles him against her chest

“BABY BABY wake up its ok” she urges him but no response, she runs to the phone to dial 9-1-1.

As she fratily talks to the operationer she pays no mind to the colored liquid on her sons face that is ruining her top even further. Paramedics arrive at the house and the mother runs out the door with her son. Racing to the nearest hospital, the ambulance carries the blue-faced child strapped down in the back of the vehicle. Arriving at the medical building nurses rush and take her son away from view behind the ominous doors of the operating rooms. Many moments later a nurse approaches her and asks what happened.

The distraught women, with tears running down her face, answers “Tide Pods.”