When I say EVERYTHING is
covered in baby Spew... I MEAN EVERYTHING!! It's nuts how much this boy can
spit up compared to what he takes in! YES! I am burping this baby regularly! The major difference
is that since having houseguest, Oliver is getting about an average of three pumped bottles a
day, opposed to his usual one at the most. Don’t get me wrong, before the extra
bottles he would spit up. It just seems like lately it is every damn feeding I
get an ounce or more shot back out at me!
Of course he doesn't always yack on my face, but when he does
he makes a show of it! In the past week and a half he has covered me, the
gliding chair, the couch, my bed, Dad, the floor, the crib, the changing table,
he even hit the cat! Sometimes I wonder why I even put a burp cloth on my
shoulder, he never hits it. In fact once he picked it up and spit up under it.
Of course I look at him and said, “no way!" he thought it was funny and
smiled. Yes, at 3 months old this baby already has the humor of his father!
I am so sick of the spit
up I am trying to take drastic measures. Well, I'm trying EVERYTHING I have
been told and read to stop this little man from covering the ENTIRE house in
baby spew.
- Feed him before he gets hungry.
- Keep him slightly upright while feeding.
- Burp every couple of ounces.
- Don't give him to daddy right after a feeding...
Daddy runs off with him for "super fun time." It's when dad
turns up 80's dance beats and the two of them the flail their arms and
legs until one pukes or passes out. Ollie is usually the first to puke,
daddy is the first to pass out.
Another big puke inducing
activity is putting him in his car seat right after a feeding. It never fails that
he spits up all over his nice clean outfit. I've been using those disposable
bibs that have a fold at the bottom to create a food/spew catching ditch. Works
wonders!
It really is amazing how
much it looks like he's chucking up after a feed. It seriously looks like half
the bottle, but my doctor assures me it's not that much and it's completely
normal! Changing my clothes and Oliver’s a couple of times a day, IS NOT
FREAKING NORMAL... DAMMIT SHIT!
I will now leave you with
a list of my favorite (NOT) spew moments...
- I was walking out the door for work, dad just
finished giving Oliver a bottle, I lean in for a kiss... Hair, face,
clothes, HOSED! I just took off my shoes and headed for my SECOND shower.
- Standing in the nursery burping before bed,
doing a little dance holding him, he shoots over my shoulder and before I
know it my dance step takes me right into it, sure enough he shoots again
and my next step, my other foot, right into it. Have I mentioned how much
I hate wet socks? Well I hate wet spew covered socks more!
- Dressed and ready for Easter brunch in his
Easter best, as soon as he's strapped into his car seat... I can't even
say it without wanting to cry. Dammit I'm still not over it!
- Fully fed, rocked to sleep, I bring him up to my
face for a kiss before setting him down in his crib. HOSED with a
smile! All I could do was
laugh.
- I finally got smart and put a bib on him. He got
smarter and learned to yack well past it.
