I’m so glad Pippa is my firstborn. She spit up plenty as a baby, but once she got past that, the spit up was over, aside from puking when she is legitimately sick.
I wish I could say the same for Julian.
Julian has a mighty gag reflex. Which, I suppose, is a good thing from an evolutionary standpoint. He still puts tiny things in his mouth, which is less than ideal, but I don’t have to worry about him choking. He’d puke long before it came to that.
For example, today.
A crowded Starbucks.
Julian had been eating a peanut butter sandwich. Some crumbs were bugging him. He started to cough. And cough. And then whee, he emptied the contents of his stomach on to the floor.
I looked at the line of patrons behind us. They were horrified. I assured them Julian just has a strong reflux. Not sure they were convinced.
As I bent down and cleaned up the mess, one woman started to clean up Julian. I looked up and said, “You must be a mom.”
“Yup,” she said, “I have five kids.”
You got to love the kindness of random mothers.
Also, I’m so glad this sort of thing did not happen with Pippa. I was not nearly as strong then as I am today. If Pippa had puked all over a crowded Starbucks, I would have wanted to puke myself.
But today? Meh. I’m sure some people were telling their friends or colleagues about the horrible mother who took her sick child to Starbucks. Doesn’t matter. I still got my iced coffee.
It was delicious.