Lately, Lucy has been copying a nasty habit of mine...spitting. So, I've been trying to not do it so much and I get on to her when she does it. So begins this entry...
So my daughter, Lucy, had a major upheaval last night about 1:30 a.m. I had just dozed off only about 30 minutes prior when I heard her start to whimper (i'm guessing that's when she actually puked to begin with.) I tried to zone her out so I could get some much needed sleep, but it wasn't long before I heard her yell something out. So, I went over to pick her up, but instead of my daughter I came back with a handful of steamy upchuck. Yummy! Not what I was expecting. Now Lu had threw up only once before this, but not much at all. This was her first real time to call for Ralph and she didn't really know what to make of it. After sloshing the chunks off my hand I went to scoop up my kiddo and get her to the bathroom. When I knelt down beside her she said something to me that broke my heart. "Daddy, I spit...I sorry daddy." More often than not the thought of myself as a dad is surreal......this was not one of those times.
2 comments:
Poor baby. Get ready for it, I'm sure this is the first time of many. And they never get used to it. Neither will you. Good luck with that.
That is so doggone sad!
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