And I pondered, and I wondered about quite exactly how to handle it. Then I pondered, and I wondered how exactly someone else just might handle it. Then I realized that there are a number of situations that I've encountered in the last 16 1/2 months ---! cough, gag, tear up- 16 1/2 months! OMG!----
Ok, sorry about that. I'm composed. I swear.
As I was saying, I've encountered a number of baby/ mother/ parenting/ juggling/ toddler/ crazy/ never thought I'd have to do this/proud of myself for figuring it out moments that I wonder what path another mother may have chosen if she'd been wearing my mom flops. That is, if she'd been a flip flop wearer such as myself.
So I've decided that I would find out how fellow mommas in the blogosphere may have handled some of the silly mom situations I've found myself in. Though, I suppose that maybe I'm just lucky enough to find myself in some silly situations. Maybe other moms think far enough ahead, or have a better mom-tuition than I do, and miraculously avoid the issues I face. This is a definite possibility.....
But, I digress.
Let me ask you wonderful mommas what you would do if...
Your super busy toddler cuddled up to you so sweet that you could hardly stand it seeing how it's the first cuddle you've gotten in days due to his/her seemingly endless amount of energizer bunny energy. And then proceeded to puke his first ever puke that could actually be defined as puke (I had previously wondered how to tell the difference between spit up and puke when the Booger hadn't been feeling well. I no longer wonder...)... straight down your shirt.
Mind you, down your shirt. Not just on. down. Down your two layers, into your bra, down your belly.
Once the downpour is over, you proceed into the bathroom, wipe up and strip down the previsouly cuddly toddler, who is laughing at your efforts not to touch any more puke than necessary. Relatively easy though, as most of it is down your clothing.
Then you are posed with the question that I was posed with in a similar (if not completely identical) situation. How do you disrobe without getting puke in your hair and on your face? Reminder, your clothes have been puked down, and on. Because you can't get puked down without getting puked on.
So, I ask a few mommas that I hope have some wonderful advice to combat this terrible situation some time this week. Then, I suggest you invite a few other mommas with a great puke story also. I figure with the way moms exchange birth stories, there are plenty of puke stories to go around too. Feel free to share any puke related survival tips or words of wisdom. I'd oh so appreciate it, just in case I am ever faced with such a situation again. Cause I get the vibe that this wasn't the first time. Be sure and add a comment and (send others here to do so as well) so we can all enjoy your knowledge. Next week, I'll put them together and we can wallow in our misery together. Get it, wallow? Uck.
And the lucky first players are...
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3 comments:
Oh man. . . I'm laughing. With you of course, because you're so right!! We've all been there. Been puked on, near, or around. I'm lucky to have never been puked ON! Puke is probably the one thing I struggle with the most as a mommy!! I'm one who has issues cleaning it up without gagging a little myself. If it were ON me, I think I may just gag a little more!!! I think I would have set the kiddo in the tub, so as to cover any possible "oops I puked again" happenings to a spot easily cleaned, and then I think I would have oh so carefully stipped the puked upon clothes off. And we're talking, stretch out that neck as far as you possibly can, rather having it touch your hands than your face/hair and get them off. And then, being only 16 1/2 months old, and young enough yet to do so, I would have taken the kiddo into the shower with me and gotten both mommy and baby clean.
Isn't it funny, how after a cuddle drout we can crave their cuddles, even though it may come in the form of a sick baby. We may not see the signs of not feeling well until its too late because we're blinded by love for a baby who wants love!!!!
Oh Yeah! Been there!! Only I was at church, and 8 months pregnant with his little sister when my little man who had been previously running around climbed up and wanted to cuddle. I was just so happy that he was sitting I didn't even pay attention to his rosy little cheeks! My husband leaned over to tell me he didn't think the baby looked so well, and there he went, all over, and down my dress. Fortunately it was a button down so I could un-button and clean up as much as possible, but I was a visiting an hour from home, and clean clothes! I never got into a shower faster then I did that night even at 8 months pregnant! You learn so much as a first time mom! Hope your enjoying it all!!
Puke stories? Oh my sister, I have 'em en masse! Or is that en mess? Let me ponder....
(and thanks for the "assumed" wisdom! ;) Not so sure you're right, but I appreciate the confidence!)
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