Everywhere its everywhere, its in my mouth

So where do I start…. I have a topic which will not interest you but may just give you a smile or haunt you, depending entirely on the type of person you are. It all happened a few days ago whilst I was mid change with Daisy-Ella late afternoon some moons ago and did not seem to stop… Any NCT class or antenatal does not prepare you for, dun dun dun…… peeing in the air and vomit in my mouth… you read that correctly, Daisy-Ella VOMITED. INTO. MY. MOUTH. Now I know I’m a man who can handle most things and rarely have any disposition to gore fest whilst eating BUT GOD DAMN.

So this is how it all went down ….

*Enter handsome yet wildly charming husband*

“Hello wife, shall I take thine Child from my loins for changing with my muscly arms?”

*wife quivvers with delight*

“Wow, you’re so charming and sexy. Yes Please  “ as she faints back on to the bed.

*wild charming husband grabs the fruit of his loins and makes his way to the room a la pee and poop and begins with taking Dais-Ellas nappy off*

“Great Scott”

*unbenownced to handsome husband females can also pee in any direction when on their back… Daisy-Ella proceeded to pee into the air with full velocity. once done handsome husband exclaimed*

“poor Daisy-Ella let me change you up in this bed sheet and ball of twine”

*Gorgeous husband lifted his child to his face to give her a stern talking to about politics and the invention of the automobile, gently twisting his moustache Daisy-Ella looked a bit out of sorts*

AND BOOM …. she vomited straight into my mouth.

Okay story over, but seriously I did not expect to have that at all… and to be honest, sickened by what had just happened, I was still able to put her down and clean her up all over again and get on with my day. It’s funny how so much of who you are changes once you’ve had a child and an almost primal paternity instinct just seems to jump in like a cave man vs a sabre tooth “ME SAVE FAMILEE“,man beating his chest kinda style.

Im still going to get my hands dirty and still going to be involved, but I’m kinda glad we got this out of the way in the early stages.. Since that day Daisy-Ella has vomited on my face or in my beard on a record 6 times and I can forsee that number shooting up over the years. 

So I’d like to know, Whats your opinion on this? what situations have arisen that took you back?

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