Oh gross…

Published on April 23rd, 2007 - 10:16 pm - by Megan | Add a comment below

Category: Rants

I’ll start with some good news. Xavier is asleep.

Now, onto the real reason for this post.  I just got puked on, again. One moment, my child was slumbering peacefully in my arms, after having just finished his bottle. The next, he violently erupted, like a volcano, spewing forth a seemingly endless stream of vomit.  Of course, all of this caused Xavier to wake up and (of course) cry.  As Josh carried him off to the kids’ bathroom to get cleaned up, I scooted off of our bed where I’d given Xave-o his bottle, and looked at the aftermath.

I almost puked too.

Have you ever seen that orange-ice cream punch? You know the kind. You make it by pouring orange pop over vanilla ice cream and it’s served at like a five-year-old’s birthday party.  Ok. Well imagine that milky orange color.  Now imagine it covering your white sheets, your new PJ pants, your shirt, your hair, your bedroom carpet and your kid.  Better yet, imagine all of that, and then imagine that all the orange stuff has the pleasant aroma of curdled, spoiled milk… mixed with bile.

Now, I won’t complain that Josh didn’t help. He did. He cleaned Xavey off, put him in some clean PJs, and got him back to sleep.  I, in the meantime, had to take on the pleasant task of cleaning up the disaster zone (which included my freshly showered body). …Nine months pregnant is not the best time for a woman to have to face her fear of vomit. I shuddered as I rinsed out my hair, gagged as I stripped off my soaked pajamas, and by the time I got to removing our messy sheets, felt my stomach heaving.

Ugh.

Please get well soon Xavey. Mommy needs a break, just a little one, before Ali gets here.

Tags: Xavier