There are some moments in parenthood where you start to feel like, "I got this"
You feel like you can handle the ups and downs of this constant responsibility. Well last night was NOT one of those moments.
Hunter turned one yesterday and we had the grandparents over for some presents and pizza and a practice monkey cake (I'm making the real one for his party Saturday). That was fun and after they left we went on a relaxing walk and I put him down for the night. After a couple hours of fussing he finally seemed to be sleeping but the crying began again and Brady went in to check on him.
He then came out of the room with Hunter who was covered from head to toe in VOMIT. My reaction was dramatic, to say the least. There was a lot of gagging and heaving and crying meanwhile poor little Hunter was more confused than anything. I pulled it together enough to peel away the soaked clothes and hose him off in the tub.
By the end of his bath he was quite content and good as new. I on the other hand was deeply traumatized. My legs were weak and shaky for the rest of the night and I couldn't get the smell out of my nose. The words keep going through my head, as I tried to sleep, "I can't do this, I CAN'T do this." Sure I've been spit up on, pooped on, and peed on multiple times sometimes simultaneously but vomit, I cannot handle.
...other than that it was a great first birthday.
