Overall in my short life as a mom, I feel like I have yet to face one of those legendary, really gross, NOW-you’re-in-the-club situations as a parent.
This morning got pretty close to an initiation though!
I have been trying to go to morning mass two or three times a week with Gabriel, and I decided that today was a great day to go because it happens to be a special day: the Feast of St. Luke. (Another post coming soon on my newfound interest in the Catholic liturgical calendar).
Anyway, I had already dressed for mass and work, had the kitchen cleaned, had the diaper bag packed, and had Gabriel in a fresh diaper. All I had to do was pick out an outfit for him, get him dressed, and go.
Well. When I got back from Gabriel’s room (I had left him in the living room), I found my half-nekkid little boy rolling happily around on the floor. I say half-nekkid because his diaper was half-off. And filled with a particularly well-formed BM. Which was smeared all over my carpet and all over his stomach and all over the bottom half of his body!
It was one of those situations where you really can’t go about things methodically. Each new twist and turn of my 10-month-old both revealed new areas on his body where he had gotten it on him, and also new areas where he was about to get more of it all over my poor carpet.
At some points, I literally just held him upside down with my left arm and wiped with my right!
In the end, I used way too many wipes, a nearby dish towel/burp cloth, a couple of diapers, and a surprising ability to withhold my gag reflex to clean up the mess. Gabriel thought it was all pretty hilarious…