The hubby and I head upstairs to go to bed after a long day. He worked until 8, while I fed, entertained the kids and got them ready for bed after a hard day at work myself.
We get under the comforter and I snuggle close to him, inhaling his scent. YoungDaddy usually smells like…I dunno, skin…and I love it. But this time something smelled off.
“Honey?” I say, inhaling deeply. “You smell different.”
“No I don’t,” he says, pulling up the comforter. I can tell he’s tired.
“Yes, you do. You smell like…like…” I sniff him a few more times. “You smell like baby.”
“What?”
“Like baby. Baby vomit.”
Then I realize I’m not smelling him, I’m smelling the comforter. In fact, the exact same spot where my son had spit up that morning. I had forgetten all about it until that very moment. So what did I do? (After I hopped up and typed this to you all, of course).
I snuggled closer and hugged my husband tight. Yup, he loves me. Baby-vomit comforters and all.
Lmao, that’s too cute. Same thing has happened to me…just last week actually. It was the middle of the night and I was too exhausted to do too much of anything to the comforter, so I did the same. Well, I snuggled up next to Jaedyn, not no hubby lol
Call me crazy, but I like the smell of baby vomit!
LOL! I can very much relate!