When one takes the vow of marriage, one must accept the other in sickness and in health. I was pretty okay at honoring my husband in health. But in sickness? Well, let us just say that I had room for improvement.
Maybe when my husband suffered from acute tonsillitis and had surgery, I left for a few hours after we returned home because I could not handle the muted whining.
Before you harshly judge me, just remember that it is a procedure that ends in a popsicle.
Anywho.. basically, I am no caregiver. Thus, we can understand my concern once our son arrived. What if I have the same amount of sympathy for him? Thankfully, this was not the case.
Though even after I held my son for the first time, I thought, there are some things I just cannot do. Things that I watch my friends do for their children and think: wow, that is just horribly disgusting. I could not even handle the subdued whimpers of a man who was not even soiled. Yet, these abhorrent tasks are what I do now. Almost happily. What are they?
Below is a list of the top three…enjoy:
- Picking snot particles from his nose…with my finger.
- Allowing the child to finish vomiting on my face before I set him down to voraciously scrub every pore.
- Tasting a mystery glob to determine if it is food or feces.
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