Today I put Matthew down in the pack and play for a nap. I had just put a fresh sheet on and he looked so sweet sleeping quietly. A few minutes later I checked on him and found him laying in a pool of vomit. It was all over his face, head, arms and chest... oh and he had also projectile vomited all across the pack and play too. It didn't seem to bother him any though, he was wide awake cooing and joyfully looking around. Again, all I could do was just look at him and think gosh I love this puke covered baby and then laugh at the situation.... and then of course he got another bath. Thankfully he loves baths.
I am profoundly sleep deprived, get spit up on and puked on regularly, clean up stinky leaky poopy diapers, wash outfit after outfit, scrub bottles, get up at 3am to pump fresh milk and yet somehow I love it. Parenthood is a strange wonderful ride.