Sweet smell of barf 😥


Sunday, 11pm. Tiny Wonder can't stay asleep, no cuddling, shushing, etc helps, doesn't want to nurse, just keeps flailing and a wail is on the rise. I pick up The Master of the House. About a second after the Baby Body reaches vertical, my exposed chest (tried offering a boob right before this) gets covered in barfed up milk. Now Cute Aggressor is peacefully resting, and I'm sporting a quite strong eau de barf. Oh joy. (btw burping preceded these)