In the course of his illness Ben puked right in my face. In my eyes and on nose to be exact. I've never had to wash bile out of my eyes before........it stings a bit. So here I am stinking of vomit, tired and worn out and I'm starting to feel a little sick myself. (Gee I wonder how that happened?) And I know I really truly deeply love him because when he said "Ma-ma!" and then put his sweet little arms around my neck and blew chunks at me, I didn't bitch slap him or scream or even get mad. I just said "Andrew please take the baby, I've got to go rinse my eyes."