Have you ever gone to the doctor with an affliction that was pretty out of the ordinary, or outright disgusting? You think to yourself “Man, this infected puss filled pocket of loose floppy flesh is pretty intense. Should I be embarrassed to show to this? Naw…. He is a doctor! He doesn’t care.” Well, that is why I am not a doctor. I do think other people and their bodily functions are super gross. That, and I can never remember to wash my hands.

But with your baby, you have to deal with everything that comes out of, is attached to, or lodged in their body, and for whatever reason it is totally tolerable. There is a lot of ooze, poo, puke, rashes, bumps, you have to contend with, but it is surprisingly not a big deal. Oh, she peed on the floor, nothing this shirt can’t soak up. Hey, Munch you have puke all over your face, let me just use my pant leg to wipe that up. Wow, you pooed in the bath. Well, I will just have to grab that and throw it in the toilette so it doesn’t float into your hair.

I wonder if it is just because she is a baby and I know she can’t take care of any of this herself that heightens my tolerance. When she is old enough to deal with her own bodily secretions will cleaning up her hangover puke make me want to puke as well? Or will I never care about the nastiness her body can dispel because she will always be my baby?