18 October 2010
Tonight my son threw up on me, not just a little burp with some milk in it but a huge - I've just finished both breasts and actually only needed one - amount. I had him over my shoulder rubbing his back and out came a small burp then I continued to rub a little and he turned his head away from the burp cloth over my shoulder and toward my face and threw up in my hair and all down my front. After shrieking and calling my husband to hold my son while I cleaned up and changed I then went back to his room to kiss him lovingly good night. That's when my husband that only your own child could get away with that. That, he said, has to be the epitome of unconditional love.
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