i came home after a super long day at work today and held my baby. she was being a sweetie until she started fussing. i figured she was hungry. delana made her a bottle -- she, david, matt, mandy and landon were all in the living room with ellie and i -- and i fed her.
she gulped down eight ounces like she'd never eaten, which is not unusual. she's always ravenous. she kept fussing after she finished eating so i figured she needed to burp.
i held her up over my shoulder, patting like a good mama.
at one point she held her head up, and i looked at her. she looked almost drunk.
that was .5 seconds before she let out the most horrible puking noise and proceeded to upchuck her entire bottle and more -- projectile no less -- all over me.
i have never seen so much throw up in my life.
and i was wearing it.
and everyone watched.
after i calmly handed the baby to delana, toweled off a bit and headed toward the bedroom to change, i heard matt say this:
"it takes some cojones to be a mom."