Melanie has been pretty sick for the last few days. The other night she kept me up a lot as sick babies tend to need to nurse more often, plus she was coughing constantly and I'm a light sleeper. I was so out of it the next morning that I literally got into the shower with my shirt on. I was standing there for a few seconds thinking "Something isn't right.... what's different?" until I finally figured out what was going on.
Then later that day I had an extra special sick-baby experience. Melanie had been vomiting frequently simply because of all the coughing (when a baby coughs a lot it's shocking enough to their system that they often throw up whatever is in their stomach). Thus far I had been pretty skilled at detecting the pre-puke-face and would tilt her off my lap so that she puked on the wood floor (easy to wipe up). This time, though, I wasn't so lucky. She puked so much that it got in my hair, all over my shirt, down my shirt and into my bra (!), inside my belly button, on my pants, into my pants and onto my underwear. She didn't get my socks because, well, I wasn't wearing socks! Needless to say I threw everything I was wearing into the washer and took a shower. Ew!
Ah, the joys of motherhood!
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