(Blake loves his mommy!.. We are having a conversation in this photo)
Well, the title should say it all. This blog is about poop. So, if you are of the faint at heart continue reading at your own risk...
Baby B has been declared a state of emergency. I have been up to my eyeballs in poop this week. He is known to have his occasional blow out every now and again but this is ridiculous!
Sunday: We had Frederito Family Thanksgiving Part 1 at Great Grandma Frederito's. He lasted the whole day and then had a blow out all over new his new shirt and jeans. I honestly didn't think anything of it because it has happened a few times in the past.
Monday: We had Frederito Family Thanksgiving Part 2 at Grandma Kay's. B takes a poo while Uncle Gabe is holding him... Daddy changes him and of course in that two seconds in between swapping out the dirty diaper for the new one he poops all over the changing pad. Needless to say Noah calls me over for the clean-up process.
Tuesday: This day was a double poo day! First of all I had thrown on the cardigan that I was wearing on Sunday because it was comfortable and I was doing some quick Christmas shopping for B's cousins. As I am driving down the street I notice that I had poo on my sleeve... Seriously. I had left the house wearing a pooed-on sweater. Then on the way back home B has another blow-out all over his over-alls.
Wednesday: A No-Poo Holiday. Thankfully.
Thursday: It's Thanksgiving. This time at Grandma Teresa's, he spent the whole entire day crying, not even taking a break to nap. I have been sick with a cold so naturally it seems as if Blake is getting the on-set of a cold. So not only is the poor baby getting sick and tired, he is also constipated. We get home and I lie him on the couch because he seems to have an easier time pooing while lying down. He poos like 7 times, making strained faces and all. When he is done, I pick him up and I see that his clothes have seemed to escape poo-suicide. I take him into his room to change him and I notice some seepage. I take off his pajamas and he has pooed up the front of his diaper. I have NO idea how I am going to get his onesie off of him without getting poo all over his face and hair. We had to cut off his onesie, it was not even salvage-able. He had poo on his belly, back, arms, & legs... It was a total mess. Luckily, afterwards he was back to his normal happy, smiley, self.
Friday: That would be today. I am still super sick, and as I write this Blake sounds sick and he is making grunting noises and that strained face expression. Looks like today is going to be a poo-ey day too. I knew mommyhood was going to be hard and not-so-glamorous... But who would of thought it would be so messy?!? Especially coming from a 12-pound lovebug!!!
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