I expected that motherhood would instantly come with a higher tolerance for nasty things--like spit-up, exploding diapers, oozy green boogers... but my new theory is that moms can handle nasty stuff better than non-moms because they have been subjected to it all that many more times... I guess it takes a while to build up that kind of tolerance.
So when Ian tossed his cookies (green bean and oatmeal, actually) yesterday at church, ALL over my adorable Sunday clothes (Merry Christmas to me from Scott), I nearly tossed mine too. This was no infant reflux / immature esophagus problem. It was all-out adult-like barf. And all over every article of my clothing as well as his. It was so loud that heads turned in our direction from across the room, and so pervasive people near us leaned out of the way. And in the middle of a reverent meeting. It really is too bad that motherhood doesn't come with that instant tolerance for nasty things, because in the aftermath of the barf, instead of springing to action to clean it up, I was trying not to gag.
But you know what does come instantly with motherhood? The Mom Sorority. You get instant admittance just by giving birth. And from that moment on, women around the world will jump to your aid in moments like the one I just described. So while the novice mom that I am attempted not to gag, another women took Ian from me, another rounded up baby wipes, another gathered Ian's toys into my diaper bag so we could make a quick escape, and yet another met me in the hall with a fist-full of wet paper towels. And this gal, ever coming to my aid in moments of peril, wiped Ian down and held him while I assessed the damage in the ladies' restroom mirror. Thank goodness for the Mom Sorority.
We sat in the car (with the windows rolled down mind you) until church ended 10 minutes later.
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Yuck! I hate throw up more then anything thing else. However, Poppy underwear comes a close second.
I'm sorry! Is Ian feeling o.k.? I thought it was bad when Adam spit-up half his stomach on Chris in Church yesterday.
I'm so sorry...I didn't even notice when you came out...if it makes you feel any better Abby had a dirty accident in nursery the two minutes I wasn't in there...kids are so fun
That sounds like a messy situation! Fortunatly for me, it seems like Jason has always been the lucky one to be holding a child (usually Nathan) when they throw up. I don't know how that worked out since I'm with them a lot more, but it did, and I'm glad!
Oh how sad! I hope he's feeling better now! I always wondered if things like that really happen in church because it's, well, church. Doesn't Heavenly Father prevent messy, smelly, embarrassing moments like that from happening at church? No. I guess not. I hope your clothes weren't ruined. And amen to the Mom Sorority.
I think there are just some things I will never get used to, and adult baby barf is one of them. I was gagging at your post, actually. I think that's ok, though. Once you're used to stuff like that, what's next? It's a scary and slippery slope.
I'm with everybody else - AMEN to the mom sorority. It's the only way ANY of us can do it. :)
K, first, Yuck, I'm glad Rees still has the baby spit up. And two, I have been thinking about the mommy club myself lately & it is wonderful. I find it super helpful out here in MN, so far from my family. I love how there is this instant bond with another mom....I'm glad you had so many ladies out there to help. And I bet you helped some people wake up during Sacrament. :)
Eww yucky!! And all over your nice new clothes. Even worse!! How great to have other mommas around to help save the day. Good thing church was almost over.
It really is a tolerance issue. I started teaching preschool last October, and by November, we were in full cold season. I could barely keep from gagging each time I gingerly wiped inch-long booger strands from somebody else's kid's face. And I was using wads of protective Kleenex as a barrier. However, by the time Spring rolled around, I was wiping their noses two at a time, and it probably wouldn't have bothered me too much to do it with my own sleeve. After a while, it just doesn't bother you anymore.
I absolutely love the Mom Sorority. They always come when you need them.
Is Ian okay? Barf is the worst. Well, I'd take it over diarrhea. Are your cute Christmas clothes okay?
You don't develop a tolerance for nasty things? Oh I am so screwed...
I hope that the Mom Sorority has a chapter wherever I'm living at the time :)
We have worked out an entire system for vomit cleanup at our house because, frankly, there are certain things that neither of us can handle. I can grab the sheets and bedding and clean that up, but to wash it out of hair, gross. So it is nice that there are usually two of us around when it hits. Church is the worst place for kids to get sick. Think about it, even at the store there is some poor guy who gets paid to clean up the mess. But at least as you said, everyone has been there and knows just how to help. Once again, thank heavens for whoever invented the wet wipe! Hope Ian's tummy is feeling better.
Oh my goodness!!! I can not imagine!! We have not had to experience that, lol, but right after we blessed Carleigh, I had fed her, and Mike was burping her, and you know how quiet it is, lol, yep it was like a man sized burp she let out, lol. Thank goodness some wonderful other Moms came to your aid!! I wish I could have been there to help!!! Glad he is feeling better!!!!
LOL, over the years, and a couple kids later, you do develop a tolerance, lol, there are times though that it will get ya, lol, but otherwise, you get used to it. lol.
How miserable is that?! And of course it can't happen when you are at home in pajamas! Jack recently came down with the stomach flu and I received two doses of throw up! Luckily we were home, though!
Isn't the mom club wonderful? I feel the exact same way...it's like you are all instant allies for each other !
I hear ya, every time Russel's diaper is especially funky I almost lose it! I love the Mom Sorority, how sweet people can be!
Sorry I've been the slacker on commenting. It's been a few posts, but I'll just put it all here. I can't believe how cute Ian is. This will make Erica very happy. I think Troy will be just like Scott once Erica gets old enough to enjoy play time. Wish we could have tried some of your toffee. And, I'm so sorry about the barf. I was almost in tears about how nice everyone was to help out. I hope he feels better.
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