Little Andy needed to be winded before he spit up his formula. She picked him up by his armpits and laid him across her chest so that his head rested on the cloth diaper she had placed on her shoulder before she began the feeding. Then she began patting and rubbing his back gently to loosen the air bubble that was trapped in his stomach.
After a few gentle pats on the back, Andrew loosed an enormous eructation elucidated by her ministrations. The sound of his huge belch filled the room. He sighed automatically in relief from the remission of his discomfort, then suddenly realized the import of the process that had made him feel better. With a whimper of utter mortification, his face turned beet-red in embarrassment. He had been burped like an infant! Krystyn had held him to her bosom and winded him as if he was a baby.