Lucky I Like This Job!
I'd like to say that I've been on the go since 7:30 in the morning, though that would imply that there was some sort of break prior to that, which would be inaccurate. Last night's post appeared around two-thirty in the morning; I'd like to say that I got some sleep after that, but that would likewise be inaccurate. A couldn't sleep, and by the time she did, M woke up itchy. After she went to sleep on the couch, the baby woke up hungry. Then, he pooped. (Pay attention: This is a recurring theme.) Shortly after that, the alarm went off and…. here I am, about a day later.
I took my Hubby to work this morning after which I met up with my mother-in-law for a very extended breakfast/brunch/lunch and baby visit, then off to the pediatrician's for the baby's two month check-up. (Twelve pounds, ten ounces and nearly two feet long - I thought he was getting big!) After that, I had various errands to run and came up with a plausible reason to stop by our house in town, where I promptly fell asleep for an hour while nursing the baby. (He was hungry - that was my reason.) Then, more errands, back to the farm, dinner, baths, three loads of laundry, bed, etc. As soon as this baby (currently nursing on my lap) falls asleep, then seriously - I'm off for a nap.
Today was largely brought to you by the letter "poop." It all started around 6:30 a.m. and continued periodically and with regularity up until about ten minutes ago. For those of you on Facebook, you may recall an update last week that mentioned "an epic diaper fail." Well, that was nothing. (Or comparatively nothing.) Today I experienced a major, gigantic, super epic fail, in pubic no less. My MIL and I were enjoying our breakfasts (as were many other people sitting at tables nearby) when we heard that telltale sound. No surprise - it's a baby after all. But then we heard another. And another. And another… which was when I noticed that his outfit was changing colors. (It's that damn cursed cute dinosaur outfit - every time he wears it, some sort of gastric explosion occurs.)
Crap. (literally) I scooped him up and quickly trotted through the restaurant, attempting to loosely cover him (I didn't want it on the blanket, too) and made my way to the restroom. That's when I assessed the damage: Wow -- what a mess! He was covered from almost his hairline in the back down to his toes - he even had it in one of his armpits. I laid out the changing pad on the little fold-out table and opened my wipes, only to find that there were only TWO left. (You can't tell how many are in there until they're just gone.) Luckily -- and this was the one saving grace of the day -- this restroom had paper towels instead of hand dryers; if all I'd had was some hot air, I don’t know what I would have done. As it was, I had a HUGE mess -- I seriously considered just dunking him in the sink. I also didn't have any plastic bags with me for his clothes, and considered just tossing the cursed cute dinosaur outfit in the trash (as it has been thrice besmirched), but just couldn't quite bring myself to do it. Instead, I wrapped it (and my changing pad) in paper towels, loosely covered it with the aforementioned blanket, took the baby (in his new, equally cute, though not yet cursed outfit) to my MIL, snuck to the van to find a bag, hid the evidence under the seat, then went back inside to wash my hands up to the elbows with about a pint of anti-bacterial blue foamy soap before returning to our table to finish the half of a waffle that had been waiting for me during this little gastrointestinal adventure. I am grateful that I found this amusing, and just par for the course, rather than stressing about it as I perhaps would have two babies ago. Ah, well -- sometimes they explode.
Throughout the day, he periodically exploded again, though never in the epic proportions of the highly detailed incident mentioned above. It took me ALL DAY to run my errands because wherever I went, he would poop again. Luckily, one of my stops was at a place that carried baby wipes, so I was much more prepared for future inevitabilities. (My MIL gave me some tissues, too, just in case I needed them before I could become adequately equipped.) FINALLY, I got home, whereupon he and I received a much needed bath. Now he is peacefully nursing (after pooping two more times) and wearing the little hat that I put on his head after baths that makes him look like The World's Cutest Garden Gnome.
For the second night in a row, the whole family is sleeping behind a "duck blind," i.e. a sheet stretched between the girls' top bunk bed posts to the far side of the crib that is attached to our queen-sized bed, which is where we all end up actually sleeping anyway. A diligently keeps her eyes open for a very long time looking for ducks, and insists that we keep our legs pulled inside so that they don' see us - she has this nature watcher thing DOWN. It all started as an amusing ruse to get the kids to bed, but now it seems at least semi-permanent. It's kind of like sleeping in a cave -- we keep a red lava lamp on at night so that I can see the baby for nursing, and it makes the whole "duck blind" glow red. My Hubby had to ask A to scoot over tonight so that he could "crawl in here with [his] whole weird family."
So that's my day…. so far. I'm not sure exactly when it will end (the day, that is) but I hope it is soon(ish). I'm lucky I like this job and my co-workers so well because damn -- I sure do put in a lot of hours. :<)
I took my Hubby to work this morning after which I met up with my mother-in-law for a very extended breakfast/brunch/lunch and baby visit, then off to the pediatrician's for the baby's two month check-up. (Twelve pounds, ten ounces and nearly two feet long - I thought he was getting big!) After that, I had various errands to run and came up with a plausible reason to stop by our house in town, where I promptly fell asleep for an hour while nursing the baby. (He was hungry - that was my reason.) Then, more errands, back to the farm, dinner, baths, three loads of laundry, bed, etc. As soon as this baby (currently nursing on my lap) falls asleep, then seriously - I'm off for a nap.
Today was largely brought to you by the letter "poop." It all started around 6:30 a.m. and continued periodically and with regularity up until about ten minutes ago. For those of you on Facebook, you may recall an update last week that mentioned "an epic diaper fail." Well, that was nothing. (Or comparatively nothing.) Today I experienced a major, gigantic, super epic fail, in pubic no less. My MIL and I were enjoying our breakfasts (as were many other people sitting at tables nearby) when we heard that telltale sound. No surprise - it's a baby after all. But then we heard another. And another. And another… which was when I noticed that his outfit was changing colors. (It's that damn cursed cute dinosaur outfit - every time he wears it, some sort of gastric explosion occurs.)
Crap. (literally) I scooped him up and quickly trotted through the restaurant, attempting to loosely cover him (I didn't want it on the blanket, too) and made my way to the restroom. That's when I assessed the damage: Wow -- what a mess! He was covered from almost his hairline in the back down to his toes - he even had it in one of his armpits. I laid out the changing pad on the little fold-out table and opened my wipes, only to find that there were only TWO left. (You can't tell how many are in there until they're just gone.) Luckily -- and this was the one saving grace of the day -- this restroom had paper towels instead of hand dryers; if all I'd had was some hot air, I don’t know what I would have done. As it was, I had a HUGE mess -- I seriously considered just dunking him in the sink. I also didn't have any plastic bags with me for his clothes, and considered just tossing the cursed cute dinosaur outfit in the trash (as it has been thrice besmirched), but just couldn't quite bring myself to do it. Instead, I wrapped it (and my changing pad) in paper towels, loosely covered it with the aforementioned blanket, took the baby (in his new, equally cute, though not yet cursed outfit) to my MIL, snuck to the van to find a bag, hid the evidence under the seat, then went back inside to wash my hands up to the elbows with about a pint of anti-bacterial blue foamy soap before returning to our table to finish the half of a waffle that had been waiting for me during this little gastrointestinal adventure. I am grateful that I found this amusing, and just par for the course, rather than stressing about it as I perhaps would have two babies ago. Ah, well -- sometimes they explode.
Throughout the day, he periodically exploded again, though never in the epic proportions of the highly detailed incident mentioned above. It took me ALL DAY to run my errands because wherever I went, he would poop again. Luckily, one of my stops was at a place that carried baby wipes, so I was much more prepared for future inevitabilities. (My MIL gave me some tissues, too, just in case I needed them before I could become adequately equipped.) FINALLY, I got home, whereupon he and I received a much needed bath. Now he is peacefully nursing (after pooping two more times) and wearing the little hat that I put on his head after baths that makes him look like The World's Cutest Garden Gnome.
For the second night in a row, the whole family is sleeping behind a "duck blind," i.e. a sheet stretched between the girls' top bunk bed posts to the far side of the crib that is attached to our queen-sized bed, which is where we all end up actually sleeping anyway. A diligently keeps her eyes open for a very long time looking for ducks, and insists that we keep our legs pulled inside so that they don' see us - she has this nature watcher thing DOWN. It all started as an amusing ruse to get the kids to bed, but now it seems at least semi-permanent. It's kind of like sleeping in a cave -- we keep a red lava lamp on at night so that I can see the baby for nursing, and it makes the whole "duck blind" glow red. My Hubby had to ask A to scoot over tonight so that he could "crawl in here with [his] whole weird family."
So that's my day…. so far. I'm not sure exactly when it will end (the day, that is) but I hope it is soon(ish). I'm lucky I like this job and my co-workers so well because damn -- I sure do put in a lot of hours. :<)