As a new mom, I've quickly learned what everyone means by saying that "you can never have too many baby clothes". With the way we've been doing laundry, that is surely the case. However they typically fail to mention that I can never have to many mommy or daddy clothes either.
When I heard "babies spit up, it's normal". I didn't really associate that with being all over me and her dad all the time. And I mean ALL of the time. I have this running joke with day care now that we are going to statistically prove that Ada throws up on me more than any other mother (as in every time I pick her up at the end of the day). I never go home with a clean shoulder. And it wouldn't be so bad but for the laundry. The first time she threw up on me at day care, I was wearing a black jacket that has a thin layer of quilted stuffing to provide a little warmth. She goobered on my shoulder and I thought nothing of it, wiped it off and went on my merry way. The next day I went to pick my husband up from work to run to the grocery store before picking Ada up from day care. The weather was still a bit chilly so I put on my black jacket. Everything was fine until I got into the car and turned on the heat a bit. By the time I got to his office I had the windows down and was trying to keep myself from puking. Being that the spit up was on my shoulder and a day old, it was right in my face and stinky. Every time I looked over to talk to my husband, the smell would overwhelm me and I would start to gag. Needless to say, we made that trip to the store and day care as short as possible. And when we got to day care, she threw up on the other shoulder - of course.
The next week, since my black coat was in the laundry and the weather was a bit warmer, I decided to wear a teal rain coat. Again, throw up on my shoulder. The following day, I opted to go coat less. I thought I could trick her into not throwing up on my coat since I wasn't wearing one. Unfortunately I was wearing one of my favorite t-shirts from threadless. It has a refrigerator running on it. Somehow I had forgotten that the stats for this t-shirt were even worse than for my coats. She threw up on it on the way home from Easter - about half-an-hour in during a five hour car ride. That was pleasant. And she had thrown up on it four other times in the four weeks that I had owned it. My husband had even taken the time to pre-treat the stains in an attempt to get the goober remnants to go away, with some luck, knowing that this was my new favorite shirt.
So here I am, at day care, holding Ada while wearing my favorite t-shirt and of course, she throws up. But not only on my shoulder this time. This time she has managed to get my shoulder and create a spit-up river down the front of my entire shirt. As I just chuckle, one of the day care assistants tries to wipe it off with a burp cloth and finally just hands it to me since my entire left boob is covered in regurgitated breastmilk. Nice. I'm going to have to teach Ada somehow that I don't want the breastmilk back. At all. Ever. Not on my coat, not on my refrigerator, not on my floor, not on my front door. Not with a hat or a cat, or a cat in a hat, or any other shape or form. I don't want it back.
Moral of the story: Babies really do spit up a lot, you can NEVER have enough burp cloths when you need them, and it might be smart to travel with a backup mommy and daddy outfit too.