My parents left last Sunday.  We made the bris on Monday.  Though I tried, at the brilliant suggestion of a friend, to find a mature, responsible girl who could assist me in getting out the door Monday morning, I did not meet with success.  After an entire day filled with phone calls (who knew so many details went into these events?  I don’t remember it being so hectic with Little Man.  Of course, my mom and mother-in-law were both in town for his bris), I gave up on that battle plan.

Understandably, I was a little nervous about making it to shul on time, and keeping my wits about me.  My husband was going to be in shul for at least an hour before I needed to be there, so he wouldn’t be around to help.  Yikes!

Well, I’m not sure why I merited such Divine Assistance, but here’s a list of things which went right that day:

• I was able to wake up and be coherent (wow!)
• the baby nursed well, at the most convenient time and was sated
• I was able to clean myself up (also wow!)
• Little Man let me change AND dress him without a fight (total miracle)
• we made it to the car without incident
• traffic was light and I could get out of my driveway without waiting
• there was a parking spot RIGHT in front of the shul (TOTAL TOTAL miracle)
• just as I was discovering the side door to the shul was locked, a man coming to daven and let me in
• Little Man went right upstairs on his own
• We made it just in time.

The only things which didn’t go as smoothly were my lack of pictures and leaving the special bris outfit in the car.  The mohel assured me that no one was going to see the outfit anyways, so Really Little Man entered the covenant in his blue sleeper.  Stylish.

So, a potentially stressful and unpleasant morning became a paradigm of gratitude to G-d for assistance from above.  Yay!