It never fails. I’m dressed and ready to walk out of the door. I pick up Little Bear from her crib and put her up to my shoulder. And then, it happens. The wet, warm, fragrant sensation that can only be one thing. Spit up. Throw up. A burp gone wrong. The PG pearl necklace. The mark of motherhood. Call it what you will, spit happens.
I’ve learned the baby wipe trick. In addition to cleaning pretty much anything in your house , they also neutralize the odor of milky spit up. That doesn’t make it any more fun, though.
It’s always interesting to be made aware of a white trail going down your back in the middle of a store. Especially when you left the baby at home.
Or to be in the middle of a meeting and suddenly have a pool of spit up in your lap. While the diaper bag is across the room.
Then there is always the Stranger Surprise. The worst of spit up attacks. That moment when someone else takes Little Bear and she looks up at him or her with those big gorgeous eyes and promptly throws up all over them. The Stranger Surprise is typically doubled up with the Ultimate Mommy Merit Badge Failure. For those of you who are always prepared, an explanation of UMMBF……this is when Mommy doesn’t have a spit up rag, baby wipes, or even tissues in the diaper bag or her purse. Oh, what fun.
I’ve decided instead of fighting the spit up, I’m going to embrace it. Take it and make it my own. How, you ask? Instead of stressing over getting it cleaned off of my clothes, I’m just going to leave it. Lazy? Not really. See, in my Mommy World, it’s not going to be rotting, regurgitated milk all over me. No! It’s now going to be called Eau de Spit Up! Embrace the odor stench fragrance!