I’ve not posted for a while, for a variety of reasons, a new pet project is taking up a lot of my time, and work also is beginning to encroach upon blogging
No. 1 daughter was off colour for a few days last month. We made the mistake of thinking that she was in a really bad mood, or was getting seperation anxiety. In fact. She was feeling a bit sick. Eventually, she managed to projectile vomit all over me. Twice. Great fun.
Our daughter has a little habit of trying to fake us out. Occasionally she will ask for a nappy change when she doesn’t need it. So we thought she was faking when she said she had a poorly tummy, she said it by pointing to her tummy and saying ‘poor baby’. So it was a case of baby crying wolf too many times.
It all came to a head when she puked in Toys R Us. Whilst it was upsetting for her for a few minutes, she quickly calmed down, and funnily enough, she seemed to get back to her normal self. Actually seemed quite happy. Until about an hour later, when she did it again.
Nothing can prepare you for the wonder of projectile vomit from a baby. Holy cow. Where does that stuff come from?
Then, one night, we put our daughter to bed, and she puked in bed too. Yeeeee-uk! Mum was also not feeling the best, so it was left to dad to clean up that mess. Well, it seems Calpol cannot work miracles.