Old Man Gas

My Oliver is 3 months old and he has old man gas. The sound is unmistakable and the smell is shockingly rancid.

Recently, we traveled to Chicago to visit my parents and give them time with their new grandson. As the visit came to an end, it became clear that my husband's work was going to rev up considerably so I decided to stay an extra week. Unfortunately that meant I would be traveling home to NYC by myself.

The night before I headed to the airport I had everything organized perfectly. I knew where every single toy, bottle, diaper and burp cloth was so I could grab it within seconds.

I gate checked the stroller and the car seat, boarded holding my babe in my arms and within seconds the plane's engine lured Oliver into a deep sleep. This was going to be a piece of cake.

An hour and a half into the flight however, while still in a peaceful adorable slumber, Oliver ripped some gas. It was loud. And the person sitting next to me definitely heard. He tried to ignore it. Oliver then let two more fly and the person in the aisle seat heard it too. They both looked at me thinking I was the one who had assaulted their air space. It was awful. Sour, foul, disgusting. And yet, Oliver, still lay sleeping and snoring away.

When the people in my row started looking at me I pointed to Oliver saying he was the one who ripped the gas and how isn't it funny such a bad smell can be produced by someone so teeny tiny? They thought it was awful that I blamed the smell on my innocent, angelic sleeping baby.

But it was him.

I hope when I'm 100 years old and I unknowingly toot, Oliver graciously takes the blame for me as I did for him.