Just in time for the holidays, a blog about puking....

I have not blogged in ages. There are many reasons for this, most of them revolve around just not having the time between family and work. But I think the topic of vomit is important enough for me to take a moment this holiday season and reflect around this god awful subject.

I have thrown up once in my adult life. (Thank you Union Pool and vodka and cranberry.) And I can recall one vomit incident in my childhood/teen years. I have a deep fear of puking, I cannot vomit, and I cannot be around people who are vomiting. I just cannot. One of my many fears about being a mom is having to deal with puke on more regular basis. Not just when Derek doesn't listen to my warnings and drinks hard liquor. I was especially afraid because the O'Callaghans to my knowledge puke a lot. Derek as I mentioned pukes whenever hard liquor is consumed. And I have heard many a story about Derek's sisters tossing their cookies. One story involved bunk beds and Barbie's Dream House. So I knew that the chance of Ruby inheriting my no-puke gene and Derek's puke gene was 50/50.

I think Ruby got the puke gene. There was one incident that involved bananas and puking directly in my face, and there have been a number of incidents in the past week since she has a cold and has been coughing. (Coughing = Puking when snot is involved.)

Here's the real reason for my blog, though... I am not nearly as grossed out by Ruby puking as I thought I would be. Sure I don't enjoy the incident. But there is something about your own child's vomit that is different from when Derek had shots and is puking in the elevator. Maybe it is because I am more concerned about Ruby's well being than my own personal issues with puke. Maybe it is because it comes from your kid and that means it is like an extension of yourself. Maybe it is because the process of pregnancy and childbirth causes your gross tolerance to increase.

So this holiday season I am grateful for many things, one of those things is that I am not as disturbed about Ruby's puke as I thought I would be. It might seem silly (and gross) to all of you, but for me it is comforting. For me it means that I am a better Mom than I thought I would be.

Merry Christmas!