09/08/2025
When Life Throws you Vomit 🍼👶🏽
This morning started loudly. Isabelle, my 11-month-old, woke up fussing and crying. She only wanted me, no substitutes were allowed.
While trying to fix her 🛁 bath and wash the overnight bottles 🍼, I heard her cough. I picked her up… and then the vomit fest began. 🤮
First splash: the floor.
Second splash: me.
Third splash: her.
Final encore: the rug in my home office. 🫠
At that moment, the crying upgraded to hysterical. For a split second, my brain went into a pity party mode: “Why, Amanda… why is this happening to me?” 😩
But mom-mode quickly snapped into sequential crisis management:
1️⃣ Lay baby on her side.
2️⃣ Strip her clothes (and mine, too).
3️⃣ Ask their grandma to wipe up the floor splatter.
4️⃣ Tell toddler (Lilybelle): “Sit here. Don’t move.”
5️⃣ Toddler replies she’s hungry 🍳.
6️⃣ Shout upstairs for their Dad because my phone was out of reach.
He 🦸🏻 arrived instantly, scooped up Isabelle, and I asked gma to bring breakfast for Lilybelle while I was fixing the bath for the baby. Quick change of clothes for me ✅
In the bath, Isabelle had stopped crying… but discovered she could splash like a SeaWorld whale. 🐳 🐋💦 Her debut performance was full of rage and commitment. End result: soaked baby, soaked mommy, soaked floor.
While dressing her, the fan in the bedroom decided to malfunction dramatically, spinning its front cover clean off like it was auditioning for a kung-fu movie 🎥. We escaped narrowly.
Wet clothes change #2 ✅. Baby dressed ✅
While fixing Isabelle a bottle, I noticed a tiny black speck in her mouth. Dad and I went into emergency retrieval mode 🔦 but no luck. Where did it even come from? There was nothing in her reach! The mystery speck managed itself, she drank some water, and we moved on.
Finally, Isabelle allowed me to rock her to sleep 🤱🏽 while Lilybelle enjoyed breakfast and a Katuri episode with Grandma.
Around 10–12 months, babies start to realize they are separate beings from you, which is exciting but also overwhelming for them. This is called emerging autonomy. **Let the magic 🪄 begin!
This morning honestly felt like Newton’s Second Law of Motion in real time ⚖️ with multiple forces all colliding at once: teething, an upset tummy and a malfunctioning fan. The momentum of chaos was real.
Here’s the thing…moments like this are a crash course in psychological endurance 🧠💪. You have to resist the urge to mentally unravel and instead shift into rapid-fire problem-solving mode. No time to dwell, you just keep moving until the motion slows and life settles again.
Parenthood isn’t about controlling the chaos… it’s about getting through the mess, wiping down the floor, changing your clothes 👚(twice), and still finding a way to smile at that little face who started it all. ❤️
Thankfully somehow between the chaos, the fluids, and the comedy, there’s love and support holding it all together with God’s Grace.
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