Yes, I am a Mommy

This morning I woke up to the unpleasant sensation of having baby barf spewed in my face.  Lia was a little fussy in the night so instead of rolling over and popping her binky in every 5 minutes, I picked her up and put her in bed with me.  She immediately fell asleep in the crook of my arm.  At about 7:45 I heard her spit up, or at least what I thought was spit up, so I lifted my arm up to see what the damage was.  She then proceeded to full-on, projectile vomit right in my face.  Well, that woke me right up!!  I was spluttering from the barf and moving her away from my face when she barfed one more time all over the sheets of my bed.  I have no idea what was up with her.  It was a little scary because infants don't usually vomit for real like that.  As soon as she had gotten everything out she slumped right over and fell asleep again.  There was no crying, no fussing, nothing, she just threw up three times and then conked out.  So there I was, covered in acidy smelling baby puke, wondering what in the world just happened, and Lia is sleeping peacefully on my pillow.  Yes, I am a Mommy!