A Thing That I Am Bad At is being patient. This has probably always been true for me, but as I’ve gotten older and a little more realistically introspective, it’s definitely been identified as something I need to work on. Lucky for me, I have a tiny perfect baby to help me work on it.
After Ember eats, she needs to sit and chill for a bit to digest her meal. Like most normal people, I’m sure. However, Mommy is Always On The Move with diapers to be changed, laundry to be done, beds to be made, bottles to be washed. 

Spitting up hasn’t been too bad – a little drooly milk is no big deal. Yesterday, however, Things Got Real. Ember had happily gulped down breakfast when I decided it was time to Make The Beds – which couldn’t have possibly waited ten minutes. So I tossed kiddo on my shoulder, and off we went to make up the beds. Suddenly, Ember turned into a Magical Baby Fountain and with a force I’d not been privy to before, spewed milk onto the bed. Astonished and worried, I pulled her off my shoulder to turn and face me so I could see what was wrong. 

Her response was to allow me to get a great view of this new phenomenon – and Baby Fountain spewed milk all over me. My response was Not Great. Diapers have been fine. Baby drool has been fine. Warm regurgitation was Not Fine. I almost barfed.

I loudly exclaimed something that was, I’m sure, “My goodness dear sweet baby, that was exciting!” (and/or a string of shocked obscenities) and rushed her to Kevin who thought the whole thing was hilarious (although he was the correct amount of concerned as well). I cleaned her off and proceeded to jump into the shower to prevent my own sympathy barfing. 

Although we haven’t had the exact same excitement happen again yet, I do now have a bit of a “Oh God No!” response when she seems to start spitting up. Ember is helping me to learn to Sit Still and Calm Down. Kevin is a pro at being calm, so he seems to work wonders with her.  Here’s hoping I continue to chill and make life easier for everyone.