###Disclaimer: This post is not for the faint of heart.###
There's a general stereotype out there of new parents that says we get freaked out by every little noise or sniffle that we encounter, and this might be true later on. After the absolute scare that was the few minutes after her birth (which I still haven't recounted), I think we've been pretty laid-back about Amelia Jane and her first 2 1/2 weeks. Some things we chalk up natural, some we chalk up as odd, and most things we rush to our books to see about and then see that it's just normal. One thing, though, that didn't seem normal has been preoccupying my time for these last few days.
As the parent appointed to change diapers, I've become pretty well-versed to our little princess's bodily functions. By this, I know about how many wet diapers I change and about how many dirty diapers I change. I know to change them after naps and before feedings (which is generally the same time, and who wants to eat with a dirty diaper on?). Just the other day, she had a dirty diaper at the doctor's office, and I said, "Is that what it's supposed to look like?" She said, "Yeah, for today. It'll change soon enough. But that's fine." "Good," I thought...our daughter is moving right along.
About two days ago, though, Amelia Jane hit the breaks. I mean she went cold turkey. I changed A LOT of wet diapers, and I began wondering where all of the dirty diapers were going. I asked Erin, and she hadn't changed any. I kept an eye on Amelia Jane, and sure enough, they were all still wet. Now, it's not completely uncommon to go a few days without a twosie, right? But this is a child who didn't go a few HOURS without a twosie, so I thought something was up.
I called the pediatrician today, and they asked me their general battery of questions. "We'll be back in touch soon." I got a call back from Betsy, and she said wanted to know when were last in, etc. When she realized we were just in for a two-week check up, she said, "Oh, her next one will be huge. Breast-fed babies are very irregular because they utilize everything they get, but if she is passing gas then she's fine." "Great, thanks for the warning."
Erin and I laughed it off, and we braced ourselves for the impending bomb that would be the next diaper change. We ran a few errands: Hobby Lobby, Cingular, and Publix. On our way home, we were a few grunts. We laughed because a 2 1/2 week old making noises like that is hilarious. We got home, and I unstrapped Amelia Jane from her carseat, and I held her out. I placed her on the changing, unstrapped the diaper, and I saw her own little personal Nagasaki + Hiroshima festering inside of a Sesame Street newborn diaper.
Wow.
I placed my hand behind her head, grabbed her ankles, and we made our way to the sink. Erin grabbed the sprayer, and she hosed her little tush down to clean her off. I set her on a towel, patted her dry, and diapered her up for her next little mission. It wasn't long before she began making up for lost time, and Erin got to change that one.
If you've made it this far, you've either had a similar experience. If so, I salute you. If you haven't had a similar experience, you either think poop is hilarious, or you are just bracing yourself for your own future. Either way, I love that little booger so much, even hosing her down with the kitchen sprayer isn't too much to ask.
There's a general stereotype out there of new parents that says we get freaked out by every little noise or sniffle that we encounter, and this might be true later on. After the absolute scare that was the few minutes after her birth (which I still haven't recounted), I think we've been pretty laid-back about Amelia Jane and her first 2 1/2 weeks. Some things we chalk up natural, some we chalk up as odd, and most things we rush to our books to see about and then see that it's just normal. One thing, though, that didn't seem normal has been preoccupying my time for these last few days.
As the parent appointed to change diapers, I've become pretty well-versed to our little princess's bodily functions. By this, I know about how many wet diapers I change and about how many dirty diapers I change. I know to change them after naps and before feedings (which is generally the same time, and who wants to eat with a dirty diaper on?). Just the other day, she had a dirty diaper at the doctor's office, and I said, "Is that what it's supposed to look like?" She said, "Yeah, for today. It'll change soon enough. But that's fine." "Good," I thought...our daughter is moving right along.
About two days ago, though, Amelia Jane hit the breaks. I mean she went cold turkey. I changed A LOT of wet diapers, and I began wondering where all of the dirty diapers were going. I asked Erin, and she hadn't changed any. I kept an eye on Amelia Jane, and sure enough, they were all still wet. Now, it's not completely uncommon to go a few days without a twosie, right? But this is a child who didn't go a few HOURS without a twosie, so I thought something was up.
I called the pediatrician today, and they asked me their general battery of questions. "We'll be back in touch soon." I got a call back from Betsy, and she said wanted to know when were last in, etc. When she realized we were just in for a two-week check up, she said, "Oh, her next one will be huge. Breast-fed babies are very irregular because they utilize everything they get, but if she is passing gas then she's fine." "Great, thanks for the warning."
Erin and I laughed it off, and we braced ourselves for the impending bomb that would be the next diaper change. We ran a few errands: Hobby Lobby, Cingular, and Publix. On our way home, we were a few grunts. We laughed because a 2 1/2 week old making noises like that is hilarious. We got home, and I unstrapped Amelia Jane from her carseat, and I held her out. I placed her on the changing, unstrapped the diaper, and I saw her own little personal Nagasaki + Hiroshima festering inside of a Sesame Street newborn diaper.
Wow.
I placed my hand behind her head, grabbed her ankles, and we made our way to the sink. Erin grabbed the sprayer, and she hosed her little tush down to clean her off. I set her on a towel, patted her dry, and diapered her up for her next little mission. It wasn't long before she began making up for lost time, and Erin got to change that one.
If you've made it this far, you've either had a similar experience. If so, I salute you. If you haven't had a similar experience, you either think poop is hilarious, or you are just bracing yourself for your own future. Either way, I love that little booger so much, even hosing her down with the kitchen sprayer isn't too much to ask.
5 comments:
I'll just say that she and Séamus are going to get along just fine.
it can get worse..my sister actually had to cut a onesie off of my nephew and toss it because it was so disgusting!! good luck! i love reading all about amelia jane!!
Wow. Poo is funny. Very, very funny. Too bad you can't mail that diaper to Nick Saban for this coming Saturday.
So, Christopher Edmondson and Amelia are soulmates...he let me see that when I babysat him today...I've never seen that shade of green before.
Ah, memories. I can't wait to begin again...
Lia pooping all over you - she's awesome already!
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