So this is my disclaimer...if you can't handle bodily function talk...don't read this post. I promise no pictures will be included in this post...that would just be wrong.
Let me start by telling you how weak of a stomach and how strong of a gag reflex I have. It's horrible. I always worried that when I became a mom I couldn't handle puke, poop, and other nasty things that can come from kiddos! To give you idea of just how weak my stomach is, I used to try to scoop dog poop in the yard when the kids would go out to play, but I would gag so bad that I usually ended up throwing up myself...pitiful, I know! However I solved that problem by getting those long handle scoopers, and my problem is solved.
They don't make long handle cleaner uppers for the kids however. If you have kids or are thinking about having kids, there are a few things that are certain. You child will at some point get sick, they will have explosive poop, and they will have projectile vomit. After two kids, the feeling bad and poop thing I have dealt with and been able to handle. But to this day, throw up still gets to me. If I see it or smell it, I'll be over the toilet myself.
Now let me tell you why my husband is the best husband and daddy ever. Most people say poop or throw up and the guys run the other way. Not John...he's mister hands on. We usually team up and one cleans up the kid while the other cleans up whatever else got nuked!
Last night Caleigh started running a fever. I could tell she wasn't feeling well, but there was no sign of an upset stomach. I let her have her milk (as usual)before bed...a decision I would soon regret. At about 4:00 am I heard her in her room crying and she was again running a fever. I put her in bed with us and went to give her some more Tylenol. She refused the Tylenol, which she rarely does, but I figured I would let it go and try again in a little bit. So John and I with Caleigh in between all try to get back to sleep when the sound begins. It's the worst sound in the world....the churning of the stomach and the heaving begins! All I can think is how our bed an everything around is about to be nuked. Before I can react or do anything, John (Mr. I Don't Wake Up For Anything)has Caleigh and is running to the bathroom as she throws up all down his back. This is one of the few times I am grateful for the wall to wall tile in our humble abode. As I go to begin the clean up in our room and bed, there is nothing! The bed was totally clean....a feat that I will never understand. Once I get to the bathroom, John has Caleigh over the sink and is calming her down and cleaning her up. Before I could finish running her bath (okay the real truth is I spent the next few minutes over the sink dry heaving myself), he had her striped down, cleaned up, and clothes in the washer!
What kind of dad does that??? Out of our puking incidents, John has played an active role in at least 95% of them! He's the best!
We think he is the best Daddy and husband ever!
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