A tidal wave of vomit

I have experienced some unpleasant things in my time.

1. A carton of curry soup once leaked in my (unlined) leather Mulberry bag.
2. I once stepped on a slug. Without any socks on. 
3. When I was little I ate what I believed to be a piece of green pepper. It was a very small, very hot, green chilli. 
4. A duck once stood on my foot when I was wearing open-toed sandals.
5. When he was a couple of weeks old Jack pooed (with some force) all over my new cream carpet. 

But none of these things are as unpleasant as being woken in the morning by a face full of warm wet baby projectile vomit that has your child has missiled at you from their crib. 

It was a chunderstrom. 

Nay, a VOMcano. 

Reflux mums: We stand united.