Right in the Eyes

Raising a child has it's high moments where the rewards of being a parent far surpass anything else you may have experienced in your life. Everyone knows you're unable to experience a high point in your life without hitting lows. With that said, I got a good dose of 'hitting-the-parenting-low' the other day.

The kid has been sick off and on since the seasons started changing. She got a terrible cough that lasts all night long. I tried cough syrup, allergy meds, putting dust mite covers on her pillows and mattress--to no avail. I had chuk's grandmother over (mommo) last week for dinner. Salem was really not feeling her best but was eagar to put on her normal show. She unfortunately started one of her coughing fits while showing off, jumped up in my lap and said, "Um, mommy...I don't fee....BLURG!" The 'blurgh' was a shower of vomit. It released from her mouth like a geiser splashing right in my face and under my eyelids. It flowed quickly down to pool in my bra and covered my arm and thigh. I was officially sucker-punched. I sat there for at least 10 seconds unable to move as I didn't really know what had happened. I got up from the couch trying to be as careful as I could as to not get the putrid mix of cheetos, applejuice and fig newtons on my furniture and wool rug. As I carried her quickly into the bathroom, she turned to me and said,
"Mommy, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to spray vomit on you like that!"
AWWWW! Too cute.
"Vomit shmomit, you're just as sweet as you could be!" I said as I plopped her into a tub of warm soapy water.