My baby threw up in bed tonight. Three times. In a hour.
My husband and I changed her sheets, our sheets, her clothes, our clothes, her diaper... We washed and rewashed her red little face while she screamed on the top her lungs as if we were trying to hurt her, instead of cleaning the sticky formula off of her hair. Then she fell asleep on top of me while we both rocked her on the double rocker (exactly what we had in mind when we bought the darn thing).
Originally I wanted to spend a quiet Sunday night with my husband, a few min to sit side by side. Instead here I am in bed, at 9pm, with my baby close by in case she projectile vomits again (maybe I can catch it??).
Oh parenthood. The key is to remember this too, shall pass... and we are left with nothing but sweet memories.
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