Sitting in the quiet early morning light, having just finished feeding Gus. All wrapped up in a cute little bundle and drifting off to sleep when suddenly… HUGE arching stream of white shot out of tiny mouth and all over leg, chair and rug.
First projectile vomit.
Isn’t it amazing how much can come from such a small vessel? I’ll never forget that hot summer night when I held Katherine up after a feed, faced her too my chest and she did it all over me. Like a fire hose. Thank goodness for washing machines! Can you imagine all the laundry our great great grandmothers did by hand?
And what got me was that then he was hungry again!
The original binge and purge.
He puked up his milkshake….he puked it up.