The Spew Blog

I sit here, typing this blog, four sweet eyes staring at me. Four sweet eyes of two four-month-old babies who have spent the better part of the week puking their guts out all over me. I wonder if they're studying me to plot their next projectile spewing venture.

Y just gave me a wide, gummy smile when I typed that last line. He's totally out to get me.

I have become well tuned in knowing when I'm dealing with a mere spit up or a full-blown cookie tossin' (though I suppose "formula tossin'" would be a more correct term). I also know that the best thing I can do is just turn the baby I'm holding to face me and let him empty his tummy contents all over my shirt, down my shirt, down his shirt... well, you get the picture.

You really didn't want that picture, did you?

One sick baby is sad enough, but two is downright depressing. I feel so bad for my little men with their rosy cheeks and glassy eyes. I want to snuggle them and make them all better.

Thankfully, Turk is off work this week. He could not have timed that one better. If I were going this alone, having to entertain Bug and Bean while dealing with sick babies... I would have probably lost my mind about 10 pukes ago. Mommy sitting in the middle of the living room, curled up in the fetal position, rocking back and forth and humming nonsensically would likely not be a good memory to plant in my kids' minds.

Yesterday, after one baby had puked on me and was crying that pathetic post-puke cry and the other baby was whining because he was gearing up to spew, Bug ran into the house from the back yard and informed me that he crapped in his pants. So I stood half-naked from peeling puked-on clothes off of me, shimmying Bug's pants off of him while trying to contain the poo in his undies only. Turk took over while I tended to crying post-puke baby and Bean decided it would be a jolly fun time to run into the bathroom where Bug was and try to touch his poopy butt.

Yeah. Seriously.

I'm so glad I didn't deal with that alone!

Alright, so I have a baby whining at me, needing to be held so he can puke on me. That's mama love at its finest. Thank God for our washer and dryer!

Photo Credit: Lindsay Maddox

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  • 1/28/2010 2:02 PM Charlotte Piggush wrote:
    Lindsey, wow,did this bring back memories.. not so fun memories.. but memories non the less. I can still see my son, standing straight up in his crib and as I walk in his room, awakened by his cries, he spews everything he has straight across the room-everywhere. I will remember that scene forever.. Being a mom..what more can I say.. I hope the kids get well real soon!!! for all of your sakes!!
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  • 1/28/2010 5:50 PM Heather wrote:
    Oh my gosh, thank you for the laughs. I'm sorry they were at your expense, but it felt good.
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  • 1/29/2010 1:17 PM Sarah wrote:
    Okay - I totally laughed out loud over the Bug crapped in his pants part. SO funny to read but probably not su much when you have to be the one cleaning everything up!
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