A Mommy's Right of Passage

I've been meaning to post the past few days, but really there hasn't been too much going on. After our busy weekend we've been taking it easy this week. Actually, Sunday the babies started coming down with a cold...again. It seems we can't go 2 weeks without picking up some sickness somewhere. Then on top of whatever viral junk they picked up, Nora developed an ear infection, so we did get to make a fun outing to Tripler AMC. Yay. It's my favorite place. NOT. Anyway, it's been a lot of snot, coughing, snot, crying, snot, clinging, and did i mention snot?

But that's not exactly what I've decided to tell you about today, it's actually something even more gross. BARF. Yeah that's right, sorry Mom and anyone else who'd rather not read about this. BUT, I might as well document this first in my life, I mean I document everything else on here.

So yesterday the babies were taking a longer than usual nap and admittedly, so was I. So I woke up at 5:45 to Nora crying, was a bit disoriented by my WAY TOO LONG nap, and stumbled into the nursery. What I first noticed was a funny smell...if i am honest, it reminded me of Cheetos. Anyway, i ignored it for the second went over to Holden's crib first to get him and then went to get Nora. It was almost dark outside and therefore pretty dark in the room, but it was obvious something was all over her face...I turned on the lamp to find BARF. EVERYWHERE.

Here's my back story. I can handle some things. Blood. Poop. Snot. Whatever. But Not Vomit. Ever. I'm the sorry friend who can't do more than stick a rag through the bathroom door all while holding her breath for her poor sick college roommate. I'm also the wife who had to get her deathly sick husband to clean up his own mess while I walked outside and got myself together. I know, don't think bad of me. It's not my best quality.

So, this is the one thing that I have been terrified of having to deal with as a Mother especially since my husband, my partner, my babies Daddy, isn't able to be around the majority of the time. It was inevitable that I would have to face this fear at some point, alone.

So, what did I do you ask? Clean It Up of course. So what if i was holding my breath and grabbed a wad of baby wipes so i wouldn't have to directly touch much of it...still, i got my baby out of that crib, took off her clothes, gave her a bath, took the sheet off the bed, got it in the wash, wiped off the crib rails all the while keeping my other sweet baby happy and entertained in the hallway with some toys. No Gagging. No Freaking Out.

Not to toot my own horn, but I deserve a cookie. This is a milestone that should go down on my 1st year as a Mommy calendar, as if i actually had time to do one of those!

Oopsie Poopsie

The dreaded day has come....and it has gone. And it really wasn't as bad as i imagined. I should be thankful that is happened now that things are a bit more solid... right?

So, here is Holden a few weeks ago with a little poopsie in the tub...just a little, and the look is so innocent, like "sorry momma, is it okay?" and then there was last night, i come in to the bathroom where Auntie was giving the babies baths, and they were already out of the water...why was the bath cut short you ask? "did i do that?"
HA! yeah i did! and i am PROUD OF IT!
but i wasn't quite finished...sorry auntie, should've put me on that toilet and not in my towel!

Movie Monday

So, if you are a blogger reader you may know that many people participate in Wordless Wednesdays by just posting pics....i am going to initiate Movie Monday's instead, although today should really be titled "Messy Monday"...before this incident I had already changed clothes 3 times....oh the joys of motherhood!