I had one of the grossest moments of my motherhood to date on Friday morning, which is saying something since Ben once puked in my hand and I also watched him eat cat vomit.
Sam woke up with a cough and a runny nose. We started the day
like we always do, me complaining that he wakes up too early and him
whining for a bottle. After about 15 minutes he was done eating and we
sat on the couch a little longer, waiting for his burp. What I got
instead was a cough which resulted in literally half his bottle
being expelled from his body onto me, the couch and the floor. I have
NEVER seen a child spit up that much. My shorts and underwear were
soaked, there was a huge wet spot on the couch and a puddle on the
floor. For a few seconds my mind couldn't even comprehend what had just
happened and I sat completely still. Then I sighed and started mopping
everything up with a woefully inadequate burp cloth.
By the way, Sam? Not a spot on him.