I was just talking to my sister…she doesn’t have any children yet…and she said that she was bored by the breastfeeding talk and wanted a post about something exciting…like poo! So Auntie D, this one is for you!
While Baby C’s poos amaze me on a daily basis…how can something that little produce so much poo…there have been two times that I have been truly shocked and awed.
The first time was when Baby C was just a few weeks old. I had him up on the changing table and was in the middle of changing his nappy when he started to pee…this unfortunately has become routine but this was one of the first times he had attempted this trick. So I let out a little scream and grabbed the washer that I kept on the change table exclusively for the purpose of catching errant urine. I was trying to contain the pee when he started to poo. So I had a dirty diaper on the change table, one hand on the washer, one hand trying to get the new diaper under him, pee everywhere and this is the moment he chooses to poo…you will find there are many times when you wish you had more hands. Anyway, add a nice dose of baby poo to that equation and you get a huge mess. Of course at this point I was really yelping so my mother rushed into the room…and just started laughing. I think it was Baby C’s way of saying welcome to motherhood.
The second time was on our way back to Brisbane from a visit to the USA. We were about an hour and half away from landing in Brisbane and so I thought to myself that I would go and take care of Baby C’s nappy one last time before we landed. At this point we had logged about forty hours of airplane time so we were seasoned travelers. Anyway, I changed Baby C’s diaper and was letting him hang out in my seat when he did his poo smile…a very cute little half grin that usually indicates he has dirtied his diaper. I picked him up and gave him a sniff and sure enough it was a poo. So I gathered up another nappy and my wipes and went to wait in line for the bathroom. As it was a long haul flight and it was almost landing time people were using the bathrooms to brush their teeth, to change, to do who knows what, so the line was long. And as Baby C and I were waiting in the line I could see the poo start to escape from his diaper and creep up his back. By the time we were actually in the bathroom there was poo everywhere…from knees to shoulders. I should mention that this occurred during a time when Baby C was pooing only once every three days and so when he went, he went big. It was rough. I used every wipe I had. His outfit wasn’t salvageable…those sniffer dogs at the airport would have been traumatized. I managed to get his new nappy on…although at this point it had some poo on it too. I did the best that I could do. Then I had to get my now nearly naked baby back to the seat so I could grab more wipes, another diaper and a fresh set of clothes and start again. Welcome to the nappy changing mile high club!