I was totally ignored in the melee.
No one asked after me. No one said "hey, you're looking good" (although in all likelihood, it was probably because I wasn't looking good. Late night feedings do this to you.) For that matter, I'm not sure anyone really knew I was there.
And as further proof of my deposed former status, all the photos that were shot of me and the Babycrat that day showed me as a headless and bodyless something-or-other, the sedan carrier, the mere vehicle of conveyance for the Babycrat.