I didn't think that this would happen to me. I have read about it in books and online, I have seen this sort of thing happen on TV, I just didn't think I'd have to deal with it. But, this morning I did.
I was so happy when I woke up. I looked over at the clock, 8:15! WHOA! Except for a brief crying episode at 6:00 AM, Charlotte had slept until 8:15. I heard her moving around in her crib, but she wasn't crying, so I cuddled back up next to Judd for a couple more minutes. Finally, she let out a little cry, so I went into her room.
I knew as soon as I opened the door that there was a very dirty diaper in my near future. I saw some brown liquid on the crib bumper pad, and thought it was strange that she had thrown up. I picked her up and asked her if she felt bad, then laid her on the floor to change her diaper. I opened up the diaper, and quickly realized that there was poop all up her back and into her shirt. That stuff on her bumper was NOT throw up. I cleaned her up and put a new diaper on her.
I turned around and inspected the crib. At closer inspection, I found there was poop EVERYWHERE. All over her stuffed Piglet, her bankets, sheet, socks, and bumper. It was disgusting. I then looked at her, and saw that there was poop on her hands. We ran to the bathroom and had a mini bath in the sink. Then went back and stripped everything out of her crib.
The things you have to deal with when you have a kid. I have to say though, the good FAR out weighs the bad.
4 comments:
Hahahaha...baby poop, I can deal with. Dog poop, I can deal with. Vomit, I can deal with. Ear wax...that's when I've got a problem. Go figure. This reminds me of a high school friend of mine who posted a similar experience...and be forewarned, pictures only a mother can deal with. http://lifewithleg.blogspot.com/2009/02/downside-to-solids.html
Oh, we've totally had that SAME thing happen - the last time wasn't even that long ago. In fact, I had to double check to make sure I wasn't reading my own blog for a second! It's lovely when they do that isn't it?
Lilly did that when she was little and then gagged uncontrolably until I could get her cleaned up. At least I got a good laugh out of it.
What? No pictures with this post?
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