He's so cute and innocent looking, you wouldn't know he's a poop machine!Friday, April 10, 2009
Up to my eyeballs
Life is unpredictable. Life with a baby is INSANELY unpredictable. I've always been an on-time, on-schedule person, that is until I got pregnant. I quickly learned through my pregnancy that I would never ever again be able to be quite the way I was before children. Pregnancy was kind of funny like that. You'd think that it wouldn't make a huge difference. You're not toting a diaper bag, car seat, and all the other millions of things that a baby requires. However, that doesn't mean that you're not toting the baby. And, as the baby gets bigger your shoes get farther away, which means that though you've planned 10 seconds to get your shoes and socks on, clearly this will take you much longer. These types of things happen all throughout the day. A few seconds here, a few seconds there, coupled with all the extra bathroom runs, and it all adds up!
Now that the baby is here, I'm finding that even though I can now get my shoes on in 5 seconds (note that's 1/2 the time needed in pre-pregnancy... you must hurry up woman!) it takes infinitely longer to get out the door with a baby than one might think, which in a roundabout way leads me to today's story.
I think it's a fun thing to take the baby into my husband's work so he can show him off once and a while. Today we were going to make the venture, but ultimately we wound up staying home. Here's why:
After several nights of Bubba reverting back to his newborn sleeping schedule which means that he got up twice each night (it was KILLING US TO GO BACK TO THIS!) last night he finally did his "usual" (and I use that term lightly, folks) sleeping schedule (Bed at 8PM, up at about 3 or 4 AM for a feed and change, and up about 8 AM for the day). However, when I went into his room I found something much different than usual.
My lovely child had pooped his pants unlike any other time before. It was all over his back and went through his T shirt, pjs, sleep sack, bed sheet and on to the mattress pad! YUCK!! Good thing I had a pair of scissors on hand, they were completely necessary to remove the T shirt! After cleaning off all you can with wipes it was time for an unscheduled and unanticipated bath!
I got all the bath stuff together, lugged him downstairs and bathed him while he arched his back and bucked and splashed me. (Note: at this point I now have had poop and dirty bath water on me and it's only 9 AM)
We dressed him in a super cute outfit (remember, we're still planning on going to see Daddy at work at this point) and I then fed him and then, he threw up all over my arm. No big deal, these things happen all the time.
After the bottle I toted my little guy, dressed super cute upstairs and placed him in the bouncer while I took a shower in record time. Then I dressed and picked him up to bring him downstairs. It was at that time it became clear to me that our trip to see Daddy was in great jeopardy. You see, there was a particular smell. Upon undressing my little lad I was greeted with another blowout which necessitated a complete outfit change.
That was it. I was done. At that point I only had enough time to get to Daddy's work before he wasn't available to see us, and with this blowout we would be late. again.
Does anyone have a white flag I can wave? Wait, I'll use another soiled onesie.
Now that the baby is here, I'm finding that even though I can now get my shoes on in 5 seconds (note that's 1/2 the time needed in pre-pregnancy... you must hurry up woman!) it takes infinitely longer to get out the door with a baby than one might think, which in a roundabout way leads me to today's story.
I think it's a fun thing to take the baby into my husband's work so he can show him off once and a while. Today we were going to make the venture, but ultimately we wound up staying home. Here's why:
After several nights of Bubba reverting back to his newborn sleeping schedule which means that he got up twice each night (it was KILLING US TO GO BACK TO THIS!) last night he finally did his "usual" (and I use that term lightly, folks) sleeping schedule (Bed at 8PM, up at about 3 or 4 AM for a feed and change, and up about 8 AM for the day). However, when I went into his room I found something much different than usual.
My lovely child had pooped his pants unlike any other time before. It was all over his back and went through his T shirt, pjs, sleep sack, bed sheet and on to the mattress pad! YUCK!! Good thing I had a pair of scissors on hand, they were completely necessary to remove the T shirt! After cleaning off all you can with wipes it was time for an unscheduled and unanticipated bath!
I got all the bath stuff together, lugged him downstairs and bathed him while he arched his back and bucked and splashed me. (Note: at this point I now have had poop and dirty bath water on me and it's only 9 AM)
We dressed him in a super cute outfit (remember, we're still planning on going to see Daddy at work at this point) and I then fed him and then, he threw up all over my arm. No big deal, these things happen all the time.
After the bottle I toted my little guy, dressed super cute upstairs and placed him in the bouncer while I took a shower in record time. Then I dressed and picked him up to bring him downstairs. It was at that time it became clear to me that our trip to see Daddy was in great jeopardy. You see, there was a particular smell. Upon undressing my little lad I was greeted with another blowout which necessitated a complete outfit change.
That was it. I was done. At that point I only had enough time to get to Daddy's work before he wasn't available to see us, and with this blowout we would be late. again.
Does anyone have a white flag I can wave? Wait, I'll use another soiled onesie.
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