When S dropped off Baby M she gave me several warnings. One of them was: "Watch out--he barfs." In fact, when we met last week this was one of the things her kids loved to tell me about. Apparently one of them has already been barfed on and the other doesn't even want to come near him for fear she will be barfed on.
Well, lets just say that about 4am, Baby M decided to show me what it was all about. His feedings was going well and he was almost done. I had already burped him once and would burp him one more time when I was finished. He was just about done when it happened. I'm not talking about a little spit up. I'm talking about an all out-exorcist-style barf. He soaked the front of my shirt and shorts, his own bib, blanket, and sleeper, and a big puddle on the floor. Lovely. Just what everyone wants to happen at 4am. Needless to say, I had to change his clothes and my clothes, get him a new blanket, get him settled in, and then clean the carpet.
Oh the joys of a 3 week old! (Don't feel too bad for me, he's been really good so far--only cries when he's hungry and pretty much sleeps the rest of the time. Here's hoping we can add a barf-free night to that list!)
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Based on the title, I was just sure you'd been peed on. I guess there's still that to look forward to. :)
Hang in there. Hopefully you will have a few uneventful nights before foster 'Mom' gets back.
I really thought I'd get peed on first too, but no, he was saving that for Sunday morning right before church when I was fully dressed and ready to walk out the door. Luckily I have killer reflexes and was able to dodge it. (and also, luckily we paid for the stain guard stuff for the couch!)
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