Blisters on my toes, and spit up on my clothes!

Hello all.

Tonight we will venture into the realm of spit up. I consider it its own entity because it takes on so many forms. Tonight, I found out first hand about the worst form of all, "The White Slime". Let us begin.

It was a long night. Addy went down about 9:30 p.m., and I settled in for "my time" watching a little TV and eating my dinner at 10 p.m. I have found out that it is just easier to get all the baby stuff taken care of such as bathing, feeding, diaper changes, and into the pajamas so that I can sit, relax, and enjoy my gourmet PB&J that I have been longing for. So, about 12:30 a.m. I decide it is time to retire for the night, all the while considering the past week where Addy has slept until about 5 or 6 a.m., taken her binky, and continued to sleep until 9 or 10 a.m. I don't know if she can smell that her mother is gone, or perhaps is a baby genius and plotted this against me as we stood watching Kelly drive away to work. No matter the cause, she was up wide-awake at 1:30 a.m., a short hour after I had went to bed. I fed, I changed, I paced and patted, but she wasn't having it. Finally she submitted to my great will at about 3:00 a.m., only to rise again at 6:15 a.m., and I swear she uttered her first phrase, "Gotcha'". Needless to say, Kelly arrived a short time later, worked her "mama magic" (if you know what I mean), and Addy was down for the count. So was Daddy.

Enough about the night, let us get to the greater issue at hand...Spit Up. It smells bad, looks worse, and simply just makes you turn up your nose and say "Gross". Of course you have the clear spit up which could just be considered drool, the white runny spit up that is more common, and the worst of all is what I like to call "The White Slime". It's thick, chunky, and smells far worse than the other kinds. So far into my fatherhood I have been peed on, pooped on, and drooled on, but somehow I have avoided the infamous spit up. Keep in mind the source of this spit up that Addy continues to douse us with. Needless to say, the day went on much the same. Kelly off to work, Addy sits for a bit, and then...We Walk. Two miles tonight. Usually the walk gets Addy good and asleep, but not today. She was crying and I had tried everything, so the last thing on the list was feed her. So I did.

According to the doctor, with babies, they do not really know how to stop, so they will eat and eat until you take it from them. Addy has been eating more frequently lately, as the doctor said she would do so at around 2 months because a growth spurt would hit. So, I thought nothing of it. Commence feeding. So we get through about half the bottle, I move Addy into the burp position on my shoulder, and start patting the burp out. She lets it rip, so I pull her down, and then I notice it. The White Slime is all over her face and clothes, so I wipe her up, get her changed, and start thinking. I lay Addy down and go to the mirror, and much to my surprise, WHAM! All over my face, chin, neck, and shirt. She got me. The White Slime that I had long eluded had finally caught up to me. And let me say, IT WAS DISGUSTING!! But amazingly, I didn't throw up, I didn't even gag. I simply wiped it away, checked on Addy, and went on about my night. I guess I'm growing up. Or maybe it is just because she is my baby. Either way, "The White Slime" is gross. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.

So, until tomorrow. Beware of the spit up. It'll get ya.

Blessings,
-SH