Motherhood: the Good, the Gross, and Everything in Between

Last night I was in full-blown Super Mom mode, multi-tasking like a pro.  Seriously, you should have seen me: feeding the baby, playing with my three-year old, changing diapers, preparing clothes and food for the next day, all while cooking a New Year’s resolution-inspired healthy dinner for Hub and me.  Then in a second it all changed.

 The baby started crying, I picked him up and…

 Explosive diarrhea.  Projectile vomit.  EVERYWHERE.

I stood there in shock for a moment, dripping from head to toe in puke (not even an exaggeration; I have never seen so much bodily fluid come out of someone so tiny).  I looked down at him and he looked up at me.  He looked so scared, so I just held him to my chest as he grasped my soaked shirt.  I held him tight, kissed his wet hair and sticky cheek and promised him he was alright.  Mommy’s here, everything is ok baby.  In that brief, vomit-drenched moment, making him feel safe was all that mattered.  Shhh my baby boy, I got you….shhh.

“Ewwww! He PUKED! Mom, there’s puke in your hair!” – the three-year old comes bounding in the room and I’m snapped back to reality.  I peeled off all of our clothes right there in the living room (…just as I noticed my shades were open. Oh hi neighbors, nothing to see here, carry on please) and I started a bath.  Well, of course the three-year old didn’t want to be left out of all this fun so all three of us squeezed in my little bathtub as I contemplated how to clean vomit off an oriental carpet.

Later that night as I was rocking my baby to sleep and giving him a little extra snuggle time, I was thinking how that brief snapshot in time was so representative of motherhood in general.  Just as I think “I got this!” a situation arises and proves me wrong.  I am constantly bombarded with lessons in humility.  Another reason is the overwhelming, inherent need I felt to comfort my baby, despite being covered in bodily fluids.  My babies come first.  Before me, before anything and everything.  And ultimately, how all of it is worth it – the good, the not-so-good, the straight up gross, all of it.

 (And for those wondering, no, I didn’t get a chance to wash my hair.  I’m pretty sure there’s some crusty puke in it as I type this.)


Mommy’s here, everything is ok baby.
Mommy’s here, everything is ok baby.

5 thoughts on “Motherhood: the Good, the Gross, and Everything in Between

  1. Oh, poor, sweet boy! And I hope (fingers crossed) that the bug left your house as quickly as it came. Thanks for sharing this reminder that just when you’ve got shit under control …. YOU DON’T. And then you do again.


  2. Oh my the memories! I can say that finally my kids now, mostly, puke on the floor (hardwood, so no carpet) or buckets. It hasn’t been in my hair in a couple years now. I think the smell is finally gone! It is a perfect, humbling, reminder of the full picture.


  3. Hahahahahahhaha omg yes. Yes, yes. I try to train myself to never think I have things under control because the universe knows, and will make sure I no longer think I have things under control! Oh man. Hope everyone is healthy now!


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