This morning I was finishing up in the bathroom, getting ready for work, when I heard Linda yell, “Bill, I need to get in there!” I opened the door to her holding Violet, splashes of spit up across and down the front of her shirt. She put Violet on the changing pad next to the sink. “She puked all over the rug in front of the couch, too.” Violet had spit up all over her own shirt and diaper, and Linda started the process of a complete diaper/clothes change. I squeezed past her to clean up the rug, and when I came back, Violet had started choking. She does it alarmingly often and for no apparent reason. Sometimes, it upsets her, and it did this morning. Linda bent over her, leaning in close to comfort her, and a moment later gave out a yell, jumping back. Violet discharged a small, steady arc of urine onto the counter, and Linda had a large, oval wet spot on the stomach of her shirt – to go along with the spit up – and a big smile on her face. It was not yet .
47 days old