Gross

I never knew how thankful I was that Lauren, as a baby, was not a spitter until Nathan. Nathan has reflux and, in most cases, it is silent reflux. That basically means that his milk comes back up in his throat without actually coming out of his mouth. He has been on Prevacid since he was three weeks old and it has really helped make him a much happier person. However, more recently he has started spitting up after just about every time he eats. Spitting up isn't even an accurate term. Anyone with a baby that has reflux knows that the volume of milk that comes back up far surpasses a baby that "spits up."

Tonight I had one of those moments that just makes you say "Gross." Just plain, monotone, no excitement "Gross."

Nathan was laying on his changing table getting ready for his bath. I reached down and picked him up and I heard the ominous burp. You know this burp. It's not the normal "I swallowed a little too much air" burp, it's the deep, wet gurgle burp that makes most people start looking for a burp rag. Unfortunately, tonight I didn't have time to find a rag. In one swift motion I picked him up from the changing table and as I was bringing him to my body I heard the burp followed by the splat of "spit up" (I use that word loosely) hitting my cheek, neck and chest.

All I could do was freeze as I felt the warm, stinky milk hit me. I shouted for Brian to "HELP!" and as he walked in he smiled followed by gagging. I quickly handed Nathan to him and walked into our bathroom. When I looked in the mirror, I had chunky, yellowed formula down my cheek, all over my neck, and slowly sliding down my chest to pool up in my bra. Gross.

I've been spit up on before, but never like this. Most things about my children don't gross me out. I can handle snot and boogers and pee and even poop. Drool doesn't bother me even when it is laced with baby food. I can pick up one of my kids from a high chair when they are covered in food mess from head to toe and it doesn't bother me. They're my kids. Nothing about them is too gross. Except for throw up. Yuck. That's all I could say as I was cleaning myself off. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck. I really hope he out grows this soon.