So this is the first time I had my baby puke on me…the first time I could smell what his bowels give out on an unprecedented dosage of antibiotic which was probably not the best measure when he has had a hearty meal. 

Cheesy and curdled…it fell all over him as he tried hard to throw the ugly smelling and bad tasting medicine out of his system much like the way I used to when I was fed quinine by my mum as a child to ward of malarial fever

But there is something profound about the experience…as a father somewhere I have lost my aversion to a situation such as this…where the smell of vomit has had very little effect on me