returns of the day
Rosa often gets snuggly as you read her a bedtime story. But this time she was even more so: head almost aggressively nestled in under my chin as she sat on my knee.
And then the burping started.
Hmmmmmm, I thought. Strange. Surely she’s not going to…!
She turned around, desperately putting her arms around my neck. And erupted.
A strange look of fear was in her eye as she caught most of the vomit with her hands, keeping it in her mouth but for some stray spurts that hit my chin and clothes. We ran to the kitchen sink, rice and carrots leaking everywhere.
“You can spit it out now Rosa”.
“Daddyyyyy!”
“It’s OK, Rosa, it’s OK, it’s OK”, I repeated.
Poor girl. She’s not done that before within her memory, and her own shock and fear of her body betraying her like that was obvious. She’s asleep now, after some calming down, some cuddles with her mother and a clean top.
And I’m wondering. Maybe our city-fied kids have no tolerance for farm bugs. The photo above shows them happily enough yesterday in the dirt and shit of the sheepyards. Maybe she picked something up there.
On the other hand, even I’m feeling a bit queasy now… but I suppose that’s not surprising after being chundered upon.
Vomiting, eh? One of the body’s least pretty defense mechanisms.
Martha
26 July 2005, 09:56 #
Ugh, poor wee thing. At least they bounce back incredibly quickly.
Quite aside from the puke – is that a power plant in the background?
Alan
26 July 2005, 10:53 #
Not quite. It’s a large substation.
And, Rosa’s a box of birds this morning.
MiramarMike
26 July 2005, 15:16 #
Eek, poor sausage – she all fine now I trust.
Something to look forward to (I’m sure it’ll happen at some point).
Good (?) to hear how scary it can be for them, will be 0.001% more prepared than I was, thanks.