initiation into motherhood

I hate vomit. (OK, I realize most people do...) I mean, I really hate it. I think it is totally unnatural for food to exit your body the same way it enters. I pride myself on the fact that I have not done it for years, and even made it through a few rounds of morning sickness without having to... do "it".  I have such a weak gag reflex that even seeing my dog vomit makes me gag. This was, in fact, one of my most dreaded fears about motherhood... how would I handle myself when my child vomits? 

For the record... I think I handled it pretty well. 

And not just that he vomited... he vomited ON me. And not just that he vomited ON me... I caught it, in my bare hands. 

To my surprise, I took it all in stride, and was far more concerned with what was wrong with my baby, than the fact that we were both, ummm... soiled... at the mall.

Oh, in case you're wondering, I think he's on the mend now. He was pretty puny the rest of the day yesterday, and had a few more episodes once we got home... thus turning my 4 day weekend into a 6 day weekend... but so far today, we're vomit free and his appetite and happy demeanor seem to be returning. :-)