What is the most disgusting Mommy thing

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What is the most disgusting Mommy thing
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Thu, 06-10-2004 - 8:43pm

you have done?


I remember being half conscious when Alex vomited in his crib. I put him in our bed where he vomited. I reached out with my hands trying to grab it before it went on the bed. Absolutely sleep deprived and not thinking clearly.


With Zak, he had a mega poop all over me at

"I do not want to be a princess! I want to be myself"

Mallory (age 3)

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Thu, 06-10-2004 - 8:54pm
OK, here's a good one!

When Hunter was a baby, about eight months old, he developed a terrible vomiting virus during the middle of the night. I called the pediatrician, and they said it could wait until the morning, just make sure he's hydrated. I was SO exhausted from days of lack of sleep. So I brought him into the bed with me, just so I could get a little sleep. I let him rest on my chest. I also put a stack of clean tshirts next to me. For the next hour or two, every time he threw up on me, I would just peel off the vomited-on shirt and put on a new one. Hey, I was sleep deprived! :) It's a miracle we ever survived babyhood.

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Thu, 06-10-2004 - 10:11pm

In over five years of parenting, I finally had my first "playing with poop" experience about three weeks ago.

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Thu, 06-10-2004 - 10:49pm
When Chase barfed on me. He's done it multiple times, but the grossest was when I picked him up from his crib and held him above me and he yakked right on my head, in my face, down the front of me.

ICK! A friend was visiting (despite my pleas that I didn't want her to "catch it" so perhaps she could crash somewhere else--she didn't) and had woken DS up banging around in the bathroom. She then popped her head in the door, said, "Gross!" and went into the guest bedroom and went to bed. I was literally covered in banana vomit and had to wake DH up so he could hold DS long enough for me to wash the bananas out of my hair.

Yuck, yuck, yuck--to the barf and "friend."

C

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Thu, 06-10-2004 - 10:52pm
Ooooh, I had forgotten about DS pooping on the couch a few weeks ago...nope, the banana barf was STILL more disgusting! ;)

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Fri, 06-11-2004 - 12:36am
John threw up hot dog vomit all over me in Kmart.
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Fri, 06-11-2004 - 8:17am

ooh, that reminds me of this last winter's hospital stay with Daniel.

 

 

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Fri, 06-11-2004 - 8:39am
Aside from being puked on, I think it's pretty gross that I'll pick Aspen's nose from time to time...I can't stand seeing the dried boogers in there!

Then there was the diaper-rash pooping incident. Left her naked in her room (to cool the flaming-red bootie) and when I came in there were little piles of poop everywhere and she was having a grand time running around them, through them, etc. I was in a panic...didn't want to run downstairs and get cleaning supplies and leave her in the room...but I didn't want to pick her up covered in poop...so I just ripped the shirt off my back and cleaned with that...oh, so gross.

Meldi

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Fri, 06-11-2004 - 8:41am

My things are similar to yours.

 

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Fri, 06-11-2004 - 8:47am

Oh wait, I have another one.


My next door neighbor's son (then 4yo) was at my house playing with my ds who was the same age.

 

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Fri, 06-11-2004 - 9:31am
ROFLMAO, well, I'm glad John's "quick potty stop to get back to play" never resulted in him thinking up THAT stunt!!! In his case, he kept wetting himself because he didn't want to stop to play, so he and I had a LOONNNGGGG talk about even tho it *seemed* to save him time, it really didn't because then we had to go through the whole change clothes, wash off, etc. routine. I thought I had him convinced. Really.

next day he comes charging inside, "I have to use the potty, Mommy, so I'll have more time to play!!!" he announces on his way through. "That's MY boy," I'm thinking, *very* proudly.

And then in few minutes when I step outside, he's totally wet himself again, so I called him back inside and asked what happened. "I thought you used the potty, John. You know...to save time?"

And his response, bless his little heart was, "Oh, I DID. But you know how I saved *even MORE time*, Mommy??? I didn't pull my pants down!!!" Yes..apparently MY boy stood in front of the toilet and peed his pants.....yeah. That's MY boy.

LOL...My most recently totally disgusting thing was actually in my role as "honored aunt". I was babysitting John's little sister for his dad and stepmom while they attended her company's holiday party. This was 2 Christmas's ago. That was the night we introduced vanilla pudding....after a dinner of chicken and pureed sweet potatoes. I was wearing a light pink, cotton blouse that night. Turns out, the poor dear is allergic--violently--to milk. She had *maybe* a TBL and a half of the pudding before refusing the rest, went to sleep about an hour early for her and woke up, apparently, vomitting violently. She was also crying hysterically, so I went to get her.

My ex and his wife apparently have this thing about not putting any light fixture on the circuit to the bedroom light switches and their daughter was crying much too hysterically for me to figure out which light was for the bedroom, so I went to pick her up from the bed...which was, LITERALLY coated with vomit that I put my hands into in attempting to pick her up. She then proceeded to douse my liberally all over the front of my shirt, both breast pockets filled, into the v-neck and into my bra....and I'm trying to wrap blankets and towels around us enough to keep her from vomiting this bright orange vomit all over their white carpeting, while I get her downstairs to the kitchen where I know the light switch works and there's a sink I can clean her up at.

I finally stripped her down completely, wrapped her in the one clean towel left and laid her down on the counter next to the sink, so I could roll her sideways when she got sick. I got *her* hair cleaned and her diaper changed at somepoint and rewrapped her in the blanket so she was at least clean and dry and she could dose off in between bouts of getting sick. And then I finally managed to reach the phone to call her parents and get them back home.

I NEVER got the orange stains out of the shirt OR the bra.

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