Ok...so I thought you ladies would appreciate two funny poop stories...(note: my DS is EBF, so you know how explosive that can be, lol)
"Poop and Poop Again"
Ok, so the other day, DS is sitting in his Bumbo when I hear him poo (it is almost always loud). Usually, I wait a few minutes to make sure he is finished, but lately he has been leaking, so I took him to the changing pad almost immediately. Well, I got his diaper off and started to wipe him off, when he decided he wasn't finished yet. I quickly caught the liquid poo in my hand (Oh, the joys of motherhood) and got us both cleaned up again and put on a fresh diaper. He had gotten a little spot on his onesie, so I turned around to his dresser to grab a new one, and he erupted again. I couldn't believe it. Cleaned him, put on a new diaper, changed the onesie and put his overalls back on, and took him back into the dining room and put him in his Bumbo again. Less than a minute later...you guessed it, he pooped again. I took him BACK to the changing table, opened the diaper....
...and he PEED on me.
I ended up having to change his outfit again, and he was very upset with me. I don't think he knew what was going on, LOL!
"Oh, POOP!"
So, yesterday morning, DH got up to get ready for work (which is way earlier than I cared to be up after a long day of working and mothering, by the way) and DS started fussing. At first, I thought DH had woken him, and I was not thrilled (I later discovered his tummy must have been hurting). He sleeps in bed with us (long story involving necessity when he was first born and us living with our BIL and having little/no space for his crib) so I picked him up and was trying to comfort him while sitting in bed. Suddenly, he let out a loud BM that shook my hand (which was under his bottom). I thought, "Well, I'll see if he's done" (thinking I'd learned a lesson from the previous story). The thought had barely left my mind when I felt something warm on my stomach. I panicked, and said something along the lines of "Are you kidding me?!?!" as I lept out of bed, running toward the changing table. I quickly put DS down and buckled him in, and went to the bathroom. DH was in the shower and wasn't too amused by my story (he was in a bad mood that morning). My shirt only had a small spot on the bottom edge, but my pajama pants were soaked in poo down to my knee! It had even soaked through to my undies!! (MAJOR EEW FACTOR!) I cleaned myself up and changed into fresh pj's and got DS cleaned up (there was poo all over him and he insisted on putting his hands and feet into it, so that every time I got something clean, something else was gross, lol! Oh, and yeah, it got on the sheets too, so I had to change those. I can't believe it got everywhere that fast! After we got all cleaned up and the sheets were changed, I let DS play under the covers (he loves to chew on the blanket) and played with him until he was ready to eat and go back to sleep (no way was I getting up that early, especially after that!)
Here's a pic of the little rascal in the infamous Bumbo:
I'm starting to believe he thinks the Bumbo is a toilet or something b/c he almost always poos when he sits in it, lol...I have a very advanced 4 mo. old!
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