I have probably one of the weakest stomaches East of the Mississippi. I've got a nose like a blood hound, and I still gag when I look at raw chicken; but when little Cakers got sick this morning, I have to say I handled it well. I felt so bad for my baby, I didn't even gag. I once told my husband that I knew I loved him when I casually picked something out of his teeth. I've got the same love for Allie Cakes. When I became a mom I discovered that anything that came out of my baby (whether it be boogers, vomit, or poop) doesn't bother me in the same way as if were coming from some other human. I guess that's what parenting is about. You love your child so much, you are willing to do anything to make their pain go away. You put aside the fact that they reek of sour milk and dirty diapers, cuddle them close, and tell them it will be okay. I'm lucky enough to have a mom who did it for me, and proud to say I can do it for Allie.
|Here she is trying out her new kicks.|
I'll see you on Monday folks. Have a good weekend.