I'm going to step away from my usual modus operandi here and post something that has nothing to do with medicine.
This may seem shocking to some readers, but I do actually have a heart, and it is currently in the possession of my wife and my two children. These three people are the reason for my existence, and everything I do is to support them.
Done vomiting yet? Ok, wipe your mouth. Wait, you missed a little there on the corner. No, the other corner. Anyway, anyone who has kids will be able to relate to this story easily. Those who don't, well, maybe you'll get a chuckle nevertheless.
There comes a point in your child's life when this little person understands that you love him and that he loves you back. I remember that moment with my daughter vividly. That moment just happened with my son. Sort of.
I was holding him just before putting him in his crib. The lights were out, and he was half asleep, having just finished his bottle. His face was barely illuminated by the glow of the nightlight as he turned his eyes directly into mine. His huge hazel eyes stared directly into mine, and I saw a strange, perhaps quizzical expression come over his face, like he had just figured something out. He reached his tiny hand up towards my face, and I thought, "He gets it! He knows I'm his Daddy!" His hand reached my face...
And he stuck his finger directly up my nose...and then he laughed.
Damn. Maybe tomorrow night.