Totally Succumbing to Motherhood

It’s been going around and now it found us, the stomach flu.  Yesterday Teddy was running around fine one moment and then, in an instant, became Linda Blair.  The worst part was that he was sitting in my lap at the moment and I took a direct hit.  Even worse yet, he’d just finished a big cup of red punch.  Am I giving you enough of a visual?

 

The poor boy was up all night vacillating between begging for water and throwing it up on me.  Finally around midnight, his poor little body couldn’t take it any more and he passed out in bed.  This morning he is completely fine.  Wouldn’t even know he had been sick.

 

Of course, because when you are the mom-to-many it always goes this way, the sickness moved down the hall and I found myself making hourly visits to Rachel’s bedside.  The poor dear is still feeling crappy this morning, but I am hoping that Teddy’s speedy recovery bodes well for her.

 

The point of all this is that when my toddler was rolfing all over me, to the point that I needed to change my bra (yeah, it was gross), I hardly flinched.  I was much more concerned with him than I was with the fact that I was experiencing a rather high level of grossness.  Now I look back on it and just the thought of it makes me gag, but at the moment I was all Mommy business.  I guess that is when you have totally succumbed to motherhood.  When your toddler pukes in your lap and all you can say is, “That’s ok honey.”

Comments

[Janet]

I've always said that it is the moment you really get the whole 'mothering" thing the first time you have to not only change your bra but empty your childs recycled lunch out of it first! Ahh, memories! Take it from one with grown children, cherish every moment, they pass too soon.

[Kelly O]

What is it about puke that makes us feel the full depth of our motherness? For me, it was the first time catching puke in my hands. Ugh. But also, meh.