If anyone asked me to sum up what parenting was all about I'd use this phrase. Hopefully no one gets too grossed out, but tonight, Lizzie treated me to a nice vomit shower. This included extensive cleaning to baby, mommy, couch, pillows, and floor. My first reaction was to hold the baby away from me but at the same time wanting to vomit myself from the smell, and also wanting to comfort poor baby who lost her dinner.
So what did I do? Held that baby close and let the shower continue until she tilted that little head back and with a pair of weary big brown eyes gave me a look that said "Ah, that's better. Thank you, Mommy." What else is there to do? This little person needed a bigger person to help her and comfort her.
It was an hour long ordeal. If you are a parent you know how precious that time is...especially when it's moments before you're going to put that baby down for sleep and FINALLY grab that little extra time for your sanity.
Sadly, I'll probably forget about it in a few weeks; no matter how much I might want to go back, take photos, and show them to her first date, I can't...and why do these disgusting and unrewarding things? Go ahead...say that little phrase I mentioned before...
Once again being shown that I live for so many other people and not myself, would I give it back? Do I miss things the way they were before? Nope. I'm not even giving it a consideration. Why would I ever want to miss out on being a part of their lives?
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