Luckily the baby was born Monday - making his bris on Monday - Erev Pesach.
I booked a flight to come Sunday evening, I was put up in a hotel, and the bris was early in the morning - 8:30am. Last dose of chometz (o yes, there were bagels) for all the participants in advance of the holiday.
The ceremony was very nice. Between the grandparents and great-grandma, and uncles and aunts, family was well represented. It was a uniquely educational experience for those in attendance on account of all the connections between Pesach and Bris Milah, which I don't usually get the opportunity to speak about because it's not usually as relevant.
Three connections:
1. We set a cup for Elijah at the Seder, and a chair for Elijah at the bris
2. The Passover miracle is partly attributed to blood - the blood placed on the doorposts
The Covenant of Circumcision was forged over blood - in Hebrew דם מילה
We actually allude to both when we name the baby, as we quote the verse ואמר לך בדמיל חיי - And I said to you through your bloods you will live (the plural refers to the Blood of Pesach and the Blood of Circumcision) (Ezekiel 16:6)
3. In the days when there was a Paschal Lamb Sacrifice, a male who was uncircumcised could not partake in the eating of the lamb.
My return flight was 1pm, so I removed the baby's bandage at 11am, did not need to reapply a dressing (and everything looked great!) and I made my way to the airport for the return flight home - which left relatively ontime and arrived a little early! Home in time for the holiday, with a couple of hours to spare.
A special family, a special bris, and a special introduction to the holiday of Pesach.
Mazal tov!
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| Post bris nap in his Bubby's arms |
