Watch out...she spits

My infant daughter is a spitter. Not just a little bit every now and then, rather, we wonder how she grows and continues to thrive consistently vomiting a 1/3 of her meals. I change her sheets every other day (one day with her head facing east, one day with her head facing west). Bibs are a constant necessity. The best thing about her bad spitting habit is that she gives a warning burp before the "big mess" actually comes up.

I hold her facing away from me, as it is advantageous for having a clean shirt (which usually ends up dirty anyways) at the end of the day. However, it makes for a not so clean house. I find dried drops of baby spit all over the hardwood floors. My mom says it is great to have a dog when you have a infant spitter...they lick up your baby's messes (very disgusting).

My shoulders are crusty by the end of the day when I welcome my husband home. He sometimes gives me a squeeze and asks if I am wearing perfume. I look at him with "you-have-got-to-be-kidding" eyes. "Eau de Bebe?" He asks. Ha Ha!

When others want to hold her, I will always warn them "Uh...she just ate, and she spits." Too late to turn back now, they take her carefully and hold her for the shortest socially acceptable amount of time before they pass her back to me...and she spits up on my shirt from the jostling.