I didn’t know that not-even-a-week-old babies could have such explosive bodily functions.
Yesterday, I decided to go for one last diaper change before heading into the living room to introduce Gabriel to some visitors. Well, our poor visitors certainly must have gotten a start when they heard me scream in horrified surprise from my bedroom. My adorable, sweet little son surprised me with a violent explosion of poop all over Mommy his pack n’ play. When I put him on the bed for a moment to clean up the changing table, he proceeded to throw up on my comforter!
You would think I could learn a lesson about babies and diaper explosions quickly enough.
Not quickly enough for me to be prepared for the explosion on his changing pad today that got all over Mommy, the carpet, the Swaddle me, a blanket and his onesie.
And not quickly enough for me to avoid the immediately following firehose-like spray of urine that got all over Mommy’s hair, cheek, neck, shirt and pants.
After Michael, Mom and I stopped laughing this afternoon and both me and Gabriel were all cleaned up, Mom’s comment was something to the effect of a loving “you ain’t seen nuthin’ yet.”
Maintaining a good sense of humor is a daily prayer intention these days. 🙂