Of Poop and Pee

WARNING: GROSSNESS AHEAD.

So, poop and pee. No self-respecting baby would be pleased until they traumatise their parents with (at least) a couple of poop/pee disasters, more so if he were a boy. Mine's a girl, but that didn't stop her from entertaining herself with a few interesting episodes so far - and she's only 9.5 weeks old!

I can count 3 episodes from today alone. In the morning, I bid The Hubbers goodbye as he left for work and I was changing her diaper. She looked like she was done - don't they all - but just as I was applying nappy rash cream on her, uh, anus, she decided that would be the *perfect* moment to let out a stream of wet poop.

Cue: Picture of a 流沙包 oozing its gooey yellow contents on your finger. Ok, I don't have that. But here's a picture of a 流沙包 anyway:

Haha bet I just ruined that yummy dim sum for you. Anyway, that was relatively easy to clean up. The Hubbers could hear my yelp from the front door, though. (And he made his escape pretty quickly thereafter.)

Episode Number 2 involves poo as well. This afternoon, while nursing her, Baby K pooed again, as babies are wont to do.

(Aside: Now at this point in time I would like to ask if there are any other babies out there whose poop is so wet and watery that it tends to spill out of the top of the diaper? I don't know if Baby K is special in this respect, but she tends to do that. And it tends to happen in the mornings, after a whole 12 hours of poo build-up.)

I didn't expect that to happen this afternoon though, but it did. After she unlatched, I propped Baby K up to burp her, only to feel that all-too-familiar sensation of dampness on my hand. I took a whiff. BAD CHOICE.

So I whisked her off to the change table, where I discovered, oh horror of horrors, that a good amount of her poop had found its way halfway up her back, staining her pretty little bodysuit. I stood there, not knowing how to continue cleaning her. This was the largest scale of messiness she had created so far.

(Another aside: Did I mention that each time I change her diapers, I need to navigate my way through a rickety baby gate and avoid the efforts of a dog who constantly tries to mount my leg for attention? I need a better baby gate. That, and kidnap Cesar Milan.)

In the end, I had no choice but to strip her down and wash her up in the toilet sink - all awkwardness and discomfort - then wrap her up in her towel for a proper bath.

However, just as I was about to place her into the tub, I felt an odd sensation of warmth on my lap. It started out as a small, faint spot, but quickly spread itself outwards to form a bigger pool. Yes, indeed, she had peed in her towel.

At this point in time I had to laugh. "Baby K!" I exclaimed. "Thank goodness I decided not to change to a new towel today!" She looked up at me with her big, almond eyes, a look of pure, unadulterated innocence. Innocence that made me swell up with love, and gladness that I still kept my wits about me.

And so, behind all this drama was the moral of the story. Whatever happens, however bad it looks then, just laugh. Laugh at the ridiculousness of the incident, laugh even though you are handling it all a lone, laugh because it sure as hell isn't gonna help an ounce if you cried or lost your temper. Because in a while what took place will no longer matter, and all your efforts in nurturing your little tot would have paid off.

P.S. Sam, if you're reading this, thank you for teaching me the importance and power of laughter in trying times with the little one! This post is dedicated to you. :)