Every mom has been puked on, I'm sure. It comes with the territory. It's not even that big of a deal, really. I can still remember the first time M was sick and threw up all down my back. The only clear thought I had at the time, besides compassion for my poor boy, was a wave of relief that I wasn't selfish, after all.
You wonder - at least I did - if becoming a mom is enough to transform you. Because before M was born, the level of selflessness I saw in mothers seemed unachievable to me. But I am here to tell you that before the vomit hits the floor behind you, you're already over it and thinking about how to best sooth and comfort him. Changing your shirt at some point is a necessity, but not a priority. And cleaning up the mess is not a problem, either... the hard part is finding a way to put him down and keep him comfortable long enough to do it.
A disgusting victory. I inchwormed off the bed and into the shower. M recovered right away and I didn't even have to change the sheets. I suspect any mom would have done the same.