One is that I really don't mind being alone and in fact I like my own personal space. I prefer not to have my sleeve be used as a wipe, going to the movies alone is a special treat, and sitting at a coffee shop reading with no one there chatting at me actually makes me happy.
Two is that people tell you lies to make you feel better or to make themselves feel better. For instance: You don't look like you've just had a baby. Your own little darlings' snot won't bother you. It won't bother you to clean up poop or puke [insert any offensive bodily fluid here] when it comes from your own kids.
I am here to testify that for me, that the latter is a big fat lie.
Both kids have been battling snot and coughing the last week and it has progressed rapidly. Last night, the toddler coughed himself awake in a crying frenzy around 10 pm. I went in to snuggle and rock him and he sneezed. The snot ran down my shirt and I had to call the husband in to help me wipe it up so I could stop gagging. "Ah well. At least I can change and do laundry," I thought to myself. I felt that it could only get better from there.
Today as I was at the bank drive-thru the baby puked. All over the carseat and he soaked his poor little clothes. I pulled over to clean it up and got back on the highway when he puked again. The puke really started to get to me when he puked all over me after his nap. After the third time I was almost about to puke myself. That and I was seriously running out of things to wear. By the time he puked up his dinner on the floor right next to all the clean laundry I had had it. (Oh, all the puke. It makes me nauseous and cranky.) I was ready for the husband to be home. I stripped the baby down and sat him in the bathtub. He smiled and said, "Mamma," ever so sweetly. My cold nauseous heart melted just the tiniest bit.
Maybe the people that "lied" to me just remember things like that. Then again, maybe they've just blocked out the puke. I'm sure going to try.
2 comments:
That's rough and gross. I hope after this you all get a break for a while. I too gag for all that stuff. I couldn't even do the nasal aspirator thing. I held arms and looked the other way while J did it.
Man, I'm so sorry. That sounds awful. You know, for some reason I think I must just be one of those oddly not bothered by bodily functions of my child. That doesn't help you feel better, but at least you know there's one person not lying about it. It just irritates me when I'm puked on and have to clean it up. For some reason it doesn't gross me out. I really don't know why.
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