I have always had issues with puke. I just can't handle it. When I had great plans to be a nurse, I knew puke would be my kryptonite. I can't even handle my own puke. Once I start, it grosses me out so much I can't stop. I cry. Scott gets me a wash cloth, and I get through it.
Well, last night Jeff threw up all over. I mean, everywhere! It was 5 a.m. and I was really proud of myself. I didn't even get nauseous. I just took all the blankets and started the laundry, changed Jeff's clothes, and put him back to sleep. Three times. I never once got sick.
Then... as Jeff was sitting on the couch this morning, he started wailing. I grabbed a bowl and sprinted into the living room and held the bowl under his chin. He puked. He had great aim, by the way. He get every drop in the bowl. Then he puked again... and I couldn't take it any more. I started dry heaving and doing everything possible to keep my breakfast down. I conquered all. I kept my cool and didn't join my cute son in his misery. But... I still hate puke.
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I hear you on the puke thing, I'm not as bad as you, but I still struggle. It's NO fun, probably the worse part about being a mommy.
So remember the time I puked in our hallway and you assured our other roommates that I would have disinfected it as well and I had? That's a great puke story. And then also, did I tell you that food poisioning hit me on the flight home from El Paso? Yeah. I totally puked in front of my Ted's students and the entire group I had been leading in El Paso for a week. Now that's authority. One of his students came and rubbed my back for me (I was in front of Ethel's chocolates). Ted, the student, and the airport lady kept encouraging me to head to the ladies room. I kept telling them no. I was in so much pain I couldn't move forward. Then I had to catch the second leg of our flight. After bawling to Ted about how I could not possibly get on a plane in this condition, we found out that it would cost us a new ticket to delay. When I boarded and the flight attendant saw me puke before we even taxied away from the jetway, he had to wonder if flying was a good decision for me! Now this comment has turned to a nonfiction novel. Sorry friend. I just had to tell you that you should be grateful that you didn't have to fly on a plane with a stranger who was puking! I put some people through that... but I still feel worse for myself :).
You DO deserve to be mother of the year. And I mean that sincerely.
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