Blow-outs

Colette,

There was a time in your infancy where you were pooping daily. Then it became every other day. And now we have progressed to the fateful every five days. I will never understand it as I try to be a relatively healthy eater, and you're breastfed, but your poop schedule is what it is. We have had four poops according to this new schedule. Here is how they have ensued.

1. I calle the MD because I was worried, you hadn't pooped in almost a week. You were fussy and I knew you had to go. Before I had even heard back from the doc that day, we were visiting your meema and beeba, and thats when it happened. Beeba was holding you in his lap, and you started to look very serious; eyebrows draw down, you were strainging, your face getting red...and thats when we saw a stream of mustard creep across your onesie. Beeba lifted you up to find both him and you covered in poop. From your belly button to your toes you were covered. We had to use towels to clean you since we ran out of wipes, then had to throw away your clothes. But you were happy.

2. We had changed your diaper and your dad was putting you to bed. You had been gassy all night and it had been awhile since you'd pooped last. Due to the gas, your dad decided to check your diaper one last time. Diaper, onesie, sleeper and swaddle had been marked by your explosion. Not only did we have to throw your onesie away, we had to cut it off of you so as to spare you getting your poop all over your face!

3. Your dad was the victim here. You had been up since early that day and he was exhausted but you just wouldn't nap. He fell asleep on the bed finally, holding you sitting up in the crook of his arm. I was picking up the house and was in the bathroom when I heard it! I came back into the bedroom and you were smiling ear to ear, your dad still sleeping. I picked you up to change you, and still don't know how it happened, but somehow the poop by-passed your clothes but got on your dad and the bed! I woke up your dad to quite the pleasant surprise! Poop was dripping from his shirt onto his pants!

4. This just happened today. It has only been four days so I wasn't expecting a blow-out until tomorrow at least. We were out of the house and I had just changed you before taking you into Eucharistic adoration. Fr. James came in as well and stopped to say a quick hi and give you a blessing. It was barely a moment after he sat down that you blew. It was loud and it was long. James and I attempted to stifle our laughter for the sake of the other parishioners in the chapel. Of course I had just used our last diaper so we had to cut the holy hour short so I could take you home. All clothes were spared!