There is a first time for everything. Or so they say.<\/p>\n
I was at Mommy group yesterday and learned a quick lesson.<\/p>\n
Baby Calvin was sitting on my lap being burped after a scrumptious meal as I was chatting up a storm with a gal pal. Mid-sentence I had to interrupt my pal because I was experiencing a warm, wet sensation.<\/p>\n
No, I was not peeing myself, which I sadly admit I have<\/i> done before. Baby Cal was peeing on me. Through his diaper. Through his clothes. Through his blankey. And through my leggings. And all I could muster out was something along the lines of, “Uhhhh, sorry… he’s uhh…. peeing! On me. Right now!” in which the friend gasped and then broke down into the giggles. I too couldn’t help but laugh as I sat there motionless until he was finished.<\/p>\n
After I picked my jaw up off the ground I busted out the changing pad, a pretty puny looking one at that, put it on my lap, and got out a spare diaper, the wipes, and new clothes. As I slowly undressed my son, peeling the urine-soaked layers off of him, he really gave it to me. This is when he decided to take a poo. I watched it come out. On the urine-soaked jammies. On my lap. Thankfully it didn’t get<\/i> ON my lap. But it happened<\/i> while on<\/i> my lap. Still gross. Though strangely not SO gross since he is so small…. is that weird? Is poo coming out of a small baby less gross?<\/p>\n
But there I sat with my jaw once again on the ground and my hands in the air as it all came out.<\/p>\n
I didn’t know what to do, so I just started laughing. And kind of shrieking. As did all of the ladies around me, in good spirits, of course. A few seconds later and moms were busting out all sorts of things to help this shocked mama. A deluxe changing pad was thrown on the table, a bag was given for his dirty diaper and wipes, his dirty clothes were whisked away and put into a bigger disposable bag to take home and wash.<\/p>\n
As one mama put it, “If something like that is going to happen, what better place for it to happen than here?!”<\/p>\n
SO TRUE! Thank you, ladies!<\/p>\n
As the new diaper was being placed on I was reminded to always point his wee wee down or else he’d end up soaked every time. I don’t know why I thought I didn’t have to do this anymore once he was\u00a0circumcised. But that’s what I thought. Maybe because the shape of it changed so much afterward that I didn’t really think you could<\/i> bend it down, and the poor thing just looks so…. painful still and I didn’t want to hurt him by touching it.<\/p>\n
Well I quickly learned my lesson and have since been pointing the little thing downward, which doesn’t seem to bother him at all.<\/p>\n
I am once again reminded just how many more clothes boys go through than girls. There’s just no telling when that pistol is going to fire!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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