Me and my phobia

Anyone who knows me, knows I am not a fan of any type of body fluids. Probably an understatement since I pass out at the site of blood and have since the 5th grade (apparently a tour of a hospital was a little too traumatic for me) At least that is the first time I can remember actually passing out. After that, it seemed to happen anytime, anywhere... at the doctor's office, health class, dentist, eye doctor, in the hall in high school when one of my "good" friends asked someone if they wanted to see something cool and proceeded to talk about needles and down I went, and even at the vet when they drew Simba's blood (talk about really freaking someone out. The vet tech didn't have any idea how to handle people.)

Before we decided to have kids, we talked about my "problem" and Dusty knew he would have to do some of the bad things like taking the girls to doctor's appointments for shots, but today I was on my own.

This morning was a day of seeing all kinds of "stuff" in all kinds of places. Both Brylee and Brooklyn had not poop'ed for a week. I had called the doctor yesterday and asked about it. They said it was normal (I find that a little hard to believe but she's the doctor). I figured I would give it another day or two before I took any drastic measures which involve... well, we won't go into details. So, anyway, this morning I went over to the crib and the smell was overwhelming. As much as I wanted to be excited because that meant someone was back to normal, I was dreading what I was about to find. The culprit... Brylee. (of course) It had not only gone through the diaper, the onesie, and even the blanket she was burritoed in and was on the bed. Guess that is what happens when you hold it for a week. I am terrified of what present Brooklyn will be leaving me if this lasts much longer.

At lunch time when both were crying, I had to pick the one who was crying less (at least at that time) and Brylee (for once) won. After feeding her, I went to pick up Brooklyn who had been crying the entire time and apparently she had cried so hard, there was snot all over her face.

Then came this afternoon. I was feeding them and attempting to take my time (as much as you can when there are two screaming babies). As most of you know, Brylee takes a little extra help during mealtime. She has not only earned the nickname Spew-a-potamus for spewing everywhere while eating, she also manages to spit-up anywhere and everywhere after the fact. After I had slowly fed both, they were laying on the bed next to me and when I looked down, Brylee had spit-up all over her head.. not face, head. As I sat pondering how that happened, I glanced at Brooklyn who had spit-up still coming out of her mouth and she had the biggest grin on her face. Apparently, throwing up on your sister's head is funny. Ahhh... the joys of twins.