Today after nursing the boys I noticed a big wet spot on my t-shirt.
Me: Hey Cody, is this pee?
Cody: How would I know?
Me: (smelling shirt) I think this is pee. Do you think he peed on me?
Cody: I don't know
Me: (smelling shirt more vigorously) Here, smell this. I think it is pee.
Cody: No.
We never did figure out if it was pee. Cody changed his diaper and we moved on. But, I didn't get grossed out. I didn't gag. I didn't yell at the baby for peeing on me. I stood there in the NICU smelling my shirt for probably 2 minutes trying to decide if it was pee. Thinking about it now, there is really nothing that it could be except pee.
Moral of the story: I spent an awfully long time today with my face against a pee cloth.
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