A few weeks ago, I got to go check out a couple of wedding dresses with my awesome future sister-in-law. Afterwards, I went to lunch with her and her friends. It was a lovely day in Berkely. We were all sitting outside enjoying champagne and waiting for our meal. Cute little restaurant, great company. One of the other girls was telling us about how her standards of cleanliness had changed since having her daughter. She may have been talking about the strawberry mess on her daughter's face just the day before.
I don't know why exactly but it seemed like the perfect moment to share my similar experience on this topic. Because just the day before, Diya had decided to throw up. It could have been because of the teething. It could have been because her appetite wasn't what it normally was, but Gregg thought she must be hungry and kept shoveling food in her that night. Or it could have been the Advil we decided to give her for pain relief. Whatever it was, one minute she was kind of hacking a little and then all of a sudden, she decided to have a lovely projectile vomit moment. Gregg was changing her at the time. She still had her bib on from dinner, so the first thing he thought to do was push the bib up against the vomit to hold it in. I can't even make fun of him for it because I stood nearby and did nothing.
Anyway, so the problem with this though was that she wasn't done vomiting, so the next round of projectile went up her face since the bib was in the way. There was vomit everywhere, including all over her face, poor thing. Some of it probably went up her nose. There was vomit on her eye, her hair. She was bawling up a storm and it was all Gregg and I could to do to wipe her up and calm her down. And maybe try not to laugh. What we should have done was just bathed at her at that point. But it was bedtime already, and she was hysterical. So all we could manage was a quick wipe before just deciding to put her to bed.
It was at this moment that I saw the other girl's face and realized that for most people, vomit vs. strawberries isn't quite on the same playing field. Huh. Go figure.
I don't know why exactly but it seemed like the perfect moment to share my similar experience on this topic. Because just the day before, Diya had decided to throw up. It could have been because of the teething. It could have been because her appetite wasn't what it normally was, but Gregg thought she must be hungry and kept shoveling food in her that night. Or it could have been the Advil we decided to give her for pain relief. Whatever it was, one minute she was kind of hacking a little and then all of a sudden, she decided to have a lovely projectile vomit moment. Gregg was changing her at the time. She still had her bib on from dinner, so the first thing he thought to do was push the bib up against the vomit to hold it in. I can't even make fun of him for it because I stood nearby and did nothing.
Anyway, so the problem with this though was that she wasn't done vomiting, so the next round of projectile went up her face since the bib was in the way. There was vomit everywhere, including all over her face, poor thing. Some of it probably went up her nose. There was vomit on her eye, her hair. She was bawling up a storm and it was all Gregg and I could to do to wipe her up and calm her down. And maybe try not to laugh. What we should have done was just bathed at her at that point. But it was bedtime already, and she was hysterical. So all we could manage was a quick wipe before just deciding to put her to bed.
It was at this moment that I saw the other girl's face and realized that for most people, vomit vs. strawberries isn't quite on the same playing field. Huh. Go figure.
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