I must have known what was coming last night. I got to bed, Miles woke up so I started feeding him, and a few minutes in, I had to detach and got sick. YUCK! I'm guessing it was the combo of what I ate for the last few days. I knew my post was a bit introspective about, well, dinner, but I guess I was feeling so sick that I couldn't think of anything else and had to get it out (figuratively and literally...)
And, if you've never had to detach a baby from your boob, go throw up while he howled in indignation over the interruption, and then promptly reattach, you just haven't lived :)
