No, I'm not referring to autism because that's bullshit. I'm referring to projectile vomiting. Last night was another night Asher stayed in bed with us. He had his 4 month vaccinations Friday morning and was angry with life all night. I made sure to be diligent in loading up his tiny body with drugs through the day. However, in my sleepy stupor I forgot to give him some meds through the night. So up went his temperature and he was just a hot mess of fury.
About 7 this morning we woke up to him coughing. The coughing rapidly turned into projectile vomit. I tried to stop it with a small burp cloth. What was I thinking? A tiny cloth? Would a tiny cloth stop a tsunami of vomit? The answer is no. All I did was divert the fermented milk all over the bed. All over Ryan. And all over Asher.
Notice how I didn't say all over me? Haha it's funny how things work that way sometimes. Suckers.
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