I am starting this blog in the wee hours of the morning after taking a shower due to my five month old son spitting up all over me during a feeding… sounds glamorous doesn’t it?
Life as a mom with a reflux baby is far from glamorous. Where do I begin? I marvel in the days where my son can wear the same outfit for more than two hours. That should paint a pretty picture of the amount of laundry I do a week. Speaking of spit up, I also am scrubbing the floors constantly when the burp cloth or moms clothes don’t catch the fun in time. Some days I get close to saying yes to getting a dog to help with that…is that gross?!
I have patience with getting spit up on 24/7. As for my husband, patience and spit up are like oil and vinegar. Somehow, our little one knows the perfect timing to tag dad. Always right before he walks out the door for work. If you know anything about my husband, it is that he spends hours ironing every wrinkle out of his clothes daily. Now that is something I do not have patience for… but appreciate that he doesn’t ask me to do it :)!
I wouldn’t change my role as a mother for the world. Miles is the light of my life and keeps me going everyday… even if that means taking a shower at 2:00AM because he threw up MY OWN breast milk on the inside of my shirt.
In some sort of way, we’ve all been there. We all have some version of “don’t cry over spilled milk” incident. As moms, let’s rally behind each other so that on sleepless mornings we have a good story to laugh about together.