In the midst of burping my boy after his feed, River decided to turn his head and yep, spit up milk in my face. He then promptly fell straight to sleep, a contented, well fed baby. Leaving me to put him into the cot as swiftly and as gently as possible (so as not to wake him) whilst desperately trying to ignore the milky mess dripping down my cheek (it was as unpleasant as it sounds). Of course once he was in the cot the first thing I did was to wipe myself clean with possibly the most useful baby item...the baby wipe. I then went on to feed Indigo and thankfully she did not not throw up on me (there is always tomorrow though!).
I am just thankful it was not a full on vomit shower exorcist-style. It is good to remind myself that there is always a silver lining when it comes to this crazy ride called parenting!
My cute boy River
