Last night lily slept for 10 hours straight. It was beautiful. Magical, really. Tonight I was hoping for the same sweetness. We went to bed. I was finally drifting off into dreamland.
Less than an hour into sleepy town she started to fuss. I’d give her the paci, shush her, the usual “please please please go back to sleep” actions. It dawned on me with a rather smelly funk that there was a particular reason she was awake. A particular smelly reason.
So we got up, changed the stinky diaper, made another bottle and settled in for a hopefully quick interruption into our slumber.
I feel I should mention 2 things….1. My wonderful husband was up to witness what happened next. And 2. She’s been getting miralax for two days now.
That’s when it happened. Another round of poopville. My husband was feeding her while I was in the bathroom. The reaction I heard through the door was priceless. I was laughing at his oh my God this is awful and gags. Don’t worry, karma got me…
I came out to assess the damage and change her. This was a two person job. As I was wiping it happened. The fart heard around the room….. and with it….poop. There was poop on my hand. Jb lost it. I’m pretty sure there was a point he was actually rolling on the floor laughing. I got myself cleaned up quickly, covered up the weapon of mass destruction and handed her off so I could properly dispose of the waste.
My words to my husband as we walked out of the nursery, him with the baby, me with the poop hand….”have a baby they said. It’ll be beautiful they said….. they lied.”
Now here we are, still awake, rocking, she’s talking(grunting) to herself, I’m questioning my life choices(not really) and jb is still on the floor in stitches. It’s good to be me.
Jenn
One Mom's Journey 