Ugh, well that was pretty gross. We’d just dressed up little Emily in her super cuddly and cute brown teddy bear suit, and while Chantelle was getting herself ready to head out with Em, I sat down with the little teddy bear for a quick play time session.
So there I was, sitting in the tub chair, bouncing little Em up and down on my tummy to her great delight, when I lifted her high in the air… where she promptly had a reflux throw up session which very accurately splashed down on my face.
Ick, ick, ick, ick, ickkkky!
Needless to say, I plonked Emily down on the nearest surface I could find and raced off to the basin in order to furiously get rid of my unwanted facial. Ugh.
Still, it could have been worse. Claire’s sister in-law has a similar story – except in her tale the vomit gets into Kirsty’s mouth!
(I hope you weren’t eating breakfast while reading that).
Actually, it is a bit of a problem really, been like that since the start and could go on for as long as a year really. Emily suffers from quite bad reflux (gastro-oesophageal reflux) caused by essentially the little valve that stops flow back from the stomach not being fully formed yet. This means poor old Emily is constantly bringing up milk and stomach contents, meaning that she is always damp/soaked and never goes anywhere without a bib and a spit towel.
It is annoying and extremely frustrating for Chantelle and myself as parents, but thankfully it doesn’t seem to actually bother little Em in the slightest, so we’re grateful for that. Plus, it is a pretty common issue with babies, so it isn’t anything to stress about from our side either.
Still, I have to say, I can’t wait to be out of this particular set of woods…
Bonus content: The above photos do a great job of showing just how much of her full head of birth hair little Emily has already lost – at the height of her hair loss she was leaving little hairy worm trails in her bed as she moved around during the night – as well as her incredibly cute, rather large ears. In fact, ever since Rob pointed them out to me, I’ve been affectionately referring to her as my little ‘Big Ears’! (Much to the annoyance of Chantelle of course…)