Jeremy went to pick up a camera lens in Roswell and Miriam came over to take some pictures. It was time for a diaper change and up until this point (by now Lincoln was 6 days old) I hadn't changed a single diaper. It's humorous because I had given Jeremy tips about changing diapers such as putting the wipes inside the diaper and making sure Lincoln was covered so he didn't wet everywhere. Miriam decided to come watch (she wanted to take pictures of the occasion after she realized it was my first diaper change). I put him on the table and started changing the messy diaper and heard the phone ring. It was Jeremy's ringtone. I tried to hurry so I could go answer it, but just then Lincoln started tinkling everywhere. It rolled off his belly and went to his back. I started to clean all of that up but then my phone started ringing again. This time it was a family member so I told Miriam to go answer it. As she was starting to leave he started spitting up everywhere. She laughed and laughed. When I called Jeremy he also laughed and laughed. Apparently Lincoln thought he would make my first time enjoyable!
Cindy got us some socks that look like shoes. It was his first time wearing them (day 21 of his life- 3 week birthday). He also was wearing a cute baseball onesie. We ran out of newborn diapers and the size 1s were still too big so we used another type. For one of the showers, we had gotten some organic ones that I thought were newborn so I put one on him. They were still a little big on him, but we made do. I went to change his diaper and the poop had gotten on the edge of the diaper and on his onesie. Since he already doesn't like getting his diaper changed, he was kicking his legs and kicked one of his socks off his foot. When he did this his foot immediately landed in the one spot where the poop was on his onesie getting the poop on his foot. Once it was on his foot it was all over. He continued to kick and kicked the poop on my leg and all over the changing table. I made my mind up... it was soon time for a bath. After dinner Jeremy and I prepared the bath. He screamed at the fact that he was getting clean so he decided to tinkle all over the place but aimed it right and so it didn't get on Jeremy who was holding his legs. Jeremy cleaned that up while I washed him. Once he was all clean and wrapped in his towel, I carried him into the room to get a diaper just to find that he pooped all in the towel! Yes, there was poop all in the towel and I didn't even hear him do it because he was crying. WHAT. A. DAY!
Miriam and Patton surprised us and came over the next day (day 22 of his life). Miriam came in tow of some newborn diapers so that would hopefully solve our problem! While we were chatting she exclaimed, "There is something warm running down my leg and into my sock!" Yep, he did it again. This was the first real time he wet on someone like this. It went all down his back, on her leg, on the couch, and down into her sock/shoe. It was the second time I had put him in his "Mommy's big guy" onesie and he was only able to wear it a few minutes because of wetting out of his diaper. The first time I put it on him was when we were going to the pediatrician the first time. Right after I changed his diaper I laid him on our bed for a minute and when I went to pick him up the whole outfit and comforter was wet. Maybe that means he doesn't like the onesie as much as I do! Maybe the bathroom stories will calm down for a while, or maybe they are just starting. We will find out.
At 6 weeks I was holding a sweet boy in the bed. He was propped up on the boppy and I heard quite a noise. The noise definitely was one containing a little liquid. I waited a few minutes because I knew more would follow. As I suspected a few minutes later another noise sounded. It was then I felt something warm on my arm. I didn't think anything about it because I just moved him into a different position. That's when I felt the warmness shift and this triggered something in me. My sensory nerves were telling my eyes to look down. As I did, my eyes saw poop on my arm. Then I realized it was running down my arm which could mean only one thing, it was probably other places too, and that it was. It was on his boppy. It was on his blanket. It was on him. I quickly hopped out of bed and gently placed him on the changing table and ran to the bathroom to wash my arm. I returned to a smiling boy who thought the whole thing was humorous. After changing him, I threw a load in the washer so no stains would occur and a little bit later we laughed together about the incident even though he probably didn't have a clue what I was talking about.
A few weeks later, I took my mom Christmas shopping because she hurt her leg and was on crutches. We went to Barnes and Noble to get some things. I decided it would be easier to push the stroller so in we went. As we were walking around the store I heard the noise of poop come from inside the car seat. When we got out to the car I knew I would need to change him and I was right. After I assessed the damage I found that it was all over the car seat and him. It was a little chilly as I changed him in the seat of the car, but it was necessary.
Soon after that (still in December before Christmas), I was texting my friend who had her baby on the same day and she said she just had to clean up a bad explosive diaper. Not even a few minutes later I heard the explosion vibrate on my legs. I was sitting on the bed with my knees up and had him propped up looking at me. As soon as I looked down I saw the runny liquid pour onto my sweatpants! It's always fun to figure out how to get up in a case like this because you want to cause the least amount of spreading damage. Gross!
The fun never ends. It always happens to me too...At about 3 1/2 months (January 13th), I was going through the mail and I was holding onto him as he was sitting on the counter. Then I heard it! Yes, IT! I tried to get him into the standing position as fast as I could because I've made a connection between explosive poops and the sitting position. I wasn't fast enough though because as soon as I looked down I saw it on the counter, on a Highlights book he got in the mail, as well as on him and his blanket. I held him away from me very carefully, then I stripped him and cleaned him. After I got him all clean he decided to spit up a few times. It even required me to put on a new shirt. The fun didn't end there though because then I got to clean the counter. Oh the joys! It was this day that I remembered how sick I was when I was pregnant which led to a conversation about how much we love him. I am so thankful for him and wouldn't trade the sickness for anything now. We have the sweetest little boy who loves to sleep. I will take a few months of misery for a great baby!
When he was 4 months old (Tuesday, February 3, 2015), I was at a Beta club induction ceremony at school when I received a text from Jeremy.... "He was sitting in his bumbo and I saw something on his pants. I thought the orange belt rubbed off on his pants. The poop was caked on his legs. I almost gagged while cleaning it off of his pants."
Spit up fun
There are days where he wets right when we are trying to change him and it gets all over the changing pad, but that's not anything too crazy. I always make comments to Jeremy about how I always get pooped on, well he has gotten to experience a few spit up/throw upstories. When he was about 3 months old he had his first projectile spit up/throw up moment. It was all over the carpet and hardwood floor from the living room all the way to the kitchen. Another day a few weeks later he did it while on the changing table and it got all over Jeremy. Although he called for me I didn't realize it because I was grading papers in the library.
One day when he was about 4 months old I was carrying him to the changing table and heard something. This sound was a wet sound. As I looked down I saw spit up all down the dresser and on my shoe. He was wearing a little vest over his onesie and it was between every layer from skin to best. I changed him and cleaned him up and then went in the kitchen to make dinner. Twice during the next 10-20 minutes he spit up even more. By the end of it I had to change clothes because my sleeves were covered. A few days later I was sitting him up to burp him and he spit up. It got all over him, all over me, and all over the chair.
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