Short Stort Saturday
She hears faint crying from upstairs.
She sighs, gets up from her work desk and drags her feet up the creaky stairs.
Still dragging her feet, she pokes her head from the side of the door.
"Huh?"
She flicked on the light and looked at her baby completely drenched in vomit.
"Oh my God!"
She picked up her baby boy, wiped him with one of her towels hanging on the side of the bed.
Vomit continued to eject from the baby's small mouth.
She kept wiping away the vomit from his mouth and his body.
She felt his little stomach churning and bubbling.
She continued to hold him upright, patting his small back gently.
She held him until he went back to sleep.
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