The sound, smell, sight of vomit repulses me whether it be my own or someone else's. Obviously when having kids you kind of get over that and deal with being thrown up on, pooped on, and a host of other disgusting things. My son has been sick since Saturday with respiratory issues as usual. Poor kid has been so congested and he coughs and coughs and then chokes on the phlegm.
Today he has been beside himself. Totally out of it, crying, wheezing, and hacking up a lung, possibly two. So, I have spent the day holding him, rocking him, consoling him, etc. All was starting to go better until he looked at me and then vomited (a ton of phlegm) all over me, face included.
Oddly, it didn't gross me out, send me into fits of dry-heaves, or otherwise repulse me. I must be getting the hang of this parenting thing. :)