Thursday, February 24, 2011

One Less Onesie

Every kids has big poops. Lets admit it. Every parent has had a moment when they went, "that came out of that little boy/girl?!?"

Last week my little man had one for the record books. We are talking seriously large. And since he is nursing and doesn't take any formula it was the explosive, drippy, gotta have a bath, how am I gonna get his clothes clean kind of poo.

At first I didn't realize it was a big one. I had heard it start and saw him squirm. Then my arm got a little warm, but I didn't think anything of it - until it was too late. When I stood up from the couch my arm felt wet.

Yep. Not just warm, but wet. In the middle of my laughing little boy's back. Then, as I moved my arm to wipe what I though had to be some miraculous mid-winter sweat, I felt the drip. YUCK. I held him up and turned him around to see this.

(I know. You are probably saying, "what the?" Why did she take a picture? Sometimes you just have to have a picture.)

When I turned him back around, the front of him matched the back. As in he had poo about an inch above his belly button. And to make things even more exciting I also had poo on me. It had seeped through his shirt onto mine.

At that point it was all I could do to get him to the changing table. Leaving a trail of little yellow spots behind us.

Somehow the pants came off (and by the miracle of Oxy Clean and Shout Advanced) they survived unstained. But, the duck onesie (sorry Julia) just didn't make it. After laying him down and staring at his happy little face, I couldn't figure out a way to get the shirt over I's head without covering his entire body in drippy, smelly, yellow glops of poo. So, I decided to go for the scissors. I cut from above one leg through the drenched fabric all the way up to his neck.

Through the entire process I just giggled. He must have been relieved.

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