Thursday, July 11, 2013
Ground Zero of Baby Throw Up
Secondly, when a baby throws up it's like being at ground zero of a bomb explosion. First, I assess if there are any survivors. Did the vomit actually get my entire outfit from head to toe, or is that right sock still wearable? Should I just throw away the baby's onesie, or do I care enough to actually scrap off the vomit and wash it? Secondly, I check for causalities. Is the carpet underneath me ever going to smell normal again? Should we move and just forfeit our deposit now? And lastly, I call for help.
And the last part that is the strangest about a baby throwing up is your mandatory reaction as a parent. In any other normal situation, when someone throws up on you, you would, like any normal person, either scream and run, gag and run or gag, scream and then run. I remember one time in college my drunken roommate asked me to hold her hair as she threw up. As she started to spew into the toilet, I not only let go of her hair, but somehow in the process I managed to push her head down directly into the bowl as I quickly backed away. (Fortunately, she was so drunk I just told her she fell from the car on the way to the dorm.) But, again - She didn't even throw up on me and I was trying to get away. But as a parent, these are not your options. Instead, you just have to take it. You have to let the vomit wash over you, AND THEN, not worry that this foul smell will seep into your pores, but that this little one is okay. The other night, when I was covered in two hour ingested sweet potatoes, I wanted to wash myself in gas and fire, but I didn't. I couldn't. I'm a mom, and let's be honest, third degree burns is never fun to recover from.