But really…it’s also for all you future moms out there – this is what you have to look forward to. Ha!
All current moms-you can just reminisce and enjoy a laugh because I know you have been here too!
Yesterday was the biggest poop explosion to date. I’m grateful it happened in the safety of my own home…because we have not been so fortunate in the past.
AvaMarie seems to get a kick out of completely destroying an outfit, she thinks it’s hilarious (this makes me extremely terrified of potty training).
Anyways, the story goes something like this:
AvaMarie was fussing, and like many times I didn’t know what was wrong. I fed her, burped her, she had recently woken up from a nap, she had a fresh diaper, and she had taken a bath earlier that morning. In theory, she should be happy as a clown.
She was still fussy. We tried laying on our tummies, back, holding, standing, playing in the bouncer – nothing. I finally resorted to putting her in her swing and waving toys in front of her face.
Then she got that look on her face…serious, focused, and turning red.
The poopy face
Without wasting anymore time….she let loose.
I’ve always had a hard time knowing what to do in these situations. You see, AvaMarie is known for pooping…well, a LOT all at once. So, I struggle with knowing when exactly to change her. I’ve tried various things – always failing.
I’ve changed her right away, only to get pooped on mid diaper change…or to hear another lovely burst of poopy be released right after I have her all clean and fully dressed (of course).
I’ve waited it out until I’m positive there can’t be any more poopy left only to find that I didn’t make it in time.
I have a running tally of when I successfully change her before there is a leakage and still after she is completely done expelling. I’m losing.
I usually don’t make it in time.
This is the worst….It is where the terms “up the stomach” “up the back” or “out the leg” developed. When it has escaped from all the different locations, that is what I refer to as a POOP EXPLOSION.
I’ll never understand how this can happen so often. It must be the force with which the poopy is expelled, because I make sure her diaper is on nice and snug so it shouldn’t ever just leak out. Plus these high tech diapers have the little elastic “poop catcher” that is supposed to fit perfectly around the tush. It must be the force (sometimes the this force can be heard..aka the “power squirt”). So it’s either the massive force that it comes out in, or it must be that the wet consistency cannot be contained by just a flimsy diaper. I won’t go into too much detail in case some of you have weak stomachs. Or maybe it’s the quantity. The explosions are probably a result of a full out combination of force, consistency, and quantity. Ugh.
Unfortunately…these explosions have happened many times…many adorable outfits have been ruined. (This is obviously more heart-breaking for me than AvaMarie). She has actually practically ruined one of my dad’s shirts as well…so these accidents are not just limited to destroying her own outfits.
I always have an extra outfit for her when we go out, but I’ve started to wonder if I need a back up as well. The explosions are just too unpredictable.
Anyways…back to the story.
AvaMarie finished her business and I was about to change her when my mom walked in. Perfect timing.
She asked me how everything was going and we chatted, and then I mentioned I needed to change AvaMarie because I heard her pooping.
“I’ll get her” – my mom volunteered.
Yes!!! I’m always happy to let someone else change her.
I continued what I was doing and a few moments later I heard a SCREAM.
It came from the bedroom.
“Raquel!!!! Help!!!!” – my mom shouted.
I knew what this meant.
I ran into the room….and there. was. an. EXPLOSION.
Out the leg, up the back, up the stomach.
There was a lot of it.
Most of it was out the leg…and this is the worst. Why? Because AvaMarie loves to kick on her changing table. So when it’s on the leg…and she starts kicking around frantically….you can imagine.
Normally I’m not fazed by these blow outs, but this one was gross. Gross enough I wanted to share it with you all.
10 wipes, an entire outfit change, a fresh changing pad, 5 minutes of hand scrubbing, and a few hand sanitizer squirts later we were clean. Awaiting the next one.
I hear it only gets worse….and then you have to potty train them.
Welcome to my life.