So I was rolling out of bed this morning for the second time (the first was to bring Simon to Kate so he could nurse), and Kate was playing with Simon on her belly. She had just finished feeding him, and was looking at him admiring how cute he was. And he, in turn was looking at her and thinking “Wow, I’m really full”.
As I walked away from the bed, I heard what I can only describe as the sound of a small wave crashing against the shore. The shore, in this case, was Kate’s face, hair, pillow, and a good portion of her side of the bed. The wave consisted of a quantity of baby puke that we, until this point, did not think could possibly come out of a person that small.
Kate managed to sputter out some sort of appropriately shocked reaction. I fetched a towel to help her clean herself up, while expressing the appropriate level of concern for our vomiting baby. What I really wanted to do was laugh, because it was pretty freaking funny. Mostly because it wasn’t me on the receiving end of the vomit wave. Is that wrong?