Josie went to be really early last night so Andrew and I were able to spend some quality time together (okay so really we watched 2 episodes of American Pickers and went to bed at 8:30). But anyway, it kind of threw Josie off her regular schedule so instead of getting up once a night, she got up twice. No big deal. Her last time getting up was at 3:30AM. I fixed her bottle and went in her room to feed her. Everything was going normal until I went to burp her after her bottle. I seriously sat and burped her for 10 minutes and nothing. So I sat her on my leg and tried for another 5 minutes. It normally is just a few pats and she gives me a good burp. I started rocking her and found myself suddenly exhausted and nodding off in rocking her to attempt to get something out. I told her "please just give Mama a burp or a toot so we can get you back down for a few more hours." Boy did I ever get what I asked for, without any sound effects or warning. Next thing I knew I patted my hand onto a back full of (we will call it MUSH). As I picked her up off me I felt it seeping into my clothes. I looked at Josie and all I got was a huge smile and a giggle ("Boy do I feel better Mom!") So I got up, cleaned her and everything she touched, of course saving myself for last. I got her to bed and headed into our room only to find it down my arm (I have no idea how it got there) and several other places, having no idea how it could have gotten there. Moral of the story, be careful what you wish for in the middle of the night :)
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