As I was hurridly taking a shower a few minutes ago while Levi was swinging away in his swing, I realized something. I realized what had just happened, &why I was taking the worlds fastest shower.
After I fed Levi, I put him over my shoulder to burp him. I heard the vomit coming and I didn't flinch. I had more than enough time to move him, but I didn't. I simply said "its ok baby, let it out." Here I was, shirtless and ready to be thrown up on. Once he was done and I was completely saturated, I kissed him on the forehead and went to wipe his mouth and change his diaper. At no point did I even get the slightest bit upset or complain.
What did I realize? I realized I am definitely a mommy. One who is definitely head over heels, crazy in love with her son. I don't mind getting thrown up on, I don't even gag, and I don't mind standing around in it for a little while. I love you, little dude. Poopy diapers, throw up and all. <3
