Rawr...
This morning, Jon goes to work around 7:30 and I'm here...sitting around talking on the phone, watching Brandon play cuz he's cute...I turn to type something, turn back to him and his diaper is just floating on him...I'm like "Damn it.." So I walk over to him...and I notice dark stuff all over him...and then I realized it was diahrea (not the soupy kind...just the messy gooshy kind)...all over his hand...chest...legs...feet...butt...So I pick him up by his armpits and hold him armslength away from me (after I got off the phone of course), and lay him in the tub. Then I hose him off, literally, with my detachable shower head...and get him rinsed off, as well as the tub...then he got a bath...I put a new diaper and some powder on his ass and put him in the crib to survey the damage in the play-yard to make sure he didn't poop all over...in which he did...on the floor, on some toys, his blanket, teething blanky, and pillow....so I grab the cloth stuff...throw them in the washer, grab Leann and get her to watch Brandon as I wash the carpet with the carpet cleaning vacuum and clorox his toys and stuff.
So, me and Leann walk over to get him and he sits down SCREAMING....we look at eachother confused because it didn't look like he did anything...and then blood just came out of his mouth in a big river of drool...it was so scary.
He bled for a few minutes out of his mouth and I couldn't figure out why..until he stopped crying and I saw he bit a nice little chunk in the corner of his lip...poor bub.
So, me and Leann walk over to get him and he sits down SCREAMING....we look at eachother confused because it didn't look like he did anything...and then blood just came out of his mouth in a big river of drool...it was so scary.
He bled for a few minutes out of his mouth and I couldn't figure out why..until he stopped crying and I saw he bit a nice little chunk in the corner of his lip...poor bub.