Monday, July 30, 2007

The joy of motherhood

This weekend I got puked on, and I’m not talking little droplets of formula. I mean the floodgates of Vomitville opened up.

I was holding Ladybug when the entire day’s worth of food decided to come back for a visit. It poured out of Ladybug, down the front of her dress, all over my shirt and onto the carpeted floor. I carried her to her changing table just in time for the second wave. She was sitting in puddles of it.

“Um, honey, I need your help,” I called to my husband. “Can you clean this up while I give her a bath?”

What? You really think I was going to mop it up? It was already bad enough that I was wearing tomatoes and rice.

I know this is part of motherhood, but it’s the part that I still have trouble with. It took me almost two months before I was able to change Ladybug’s poopy diapers. Now I’m able to whip those bad boys off without a second thought.

But puke, that’s a different story.

Ultimately Ladybug was fine once I got her in the bathtub and got her smelling fresh again.

Now if I can just work on that gag reflex.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh, that's fun :) My favorite was when J puked while I was walking down the hallway and it splattered all along the wall. Have fun :)


July 30, 2007 at 9:20 AM  
Blogger Michelle Mahfoufi said...

That's fun too. And so is hitting the wall behind the changing table with such force that it splashes back, runs down between the changing pad and changing table, and continues to run down onto on the shelves and into the drawers underneath. : )

July 31, 2007 at 8:10 AM  

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