Daily Dose of Mama: It's all fun and games until someone poops on you

Thursday, October 1, 2009

It's all fun and games until someone poops on you

This is my poop story. Not my first, and not even my most disgusting, but possibly my personal favorite.

Little Bug was wired last night. Appa was working late, I was dead tired, and Little Bug was ready to go, go go. I decided to turn on our ~~personal savior~~ soothing tool, HBO's Classical Baby, and Little Bug and I cuddled into our comfy chair with a sippy cup and oversized custom made snuggie (go ahead, be jealous). As often happens in our house, I started to smell something foul from the general area under the blanket, but when I pulled Little Bug up for an inspection, I didn't see anything amiss. Smelled it, sure, but everything seemed under control. Because it was close to bedtime, I didn't want to waste a diaper by changing it twice within a 10 minute time period (side note: I have personally found that if the diaper is not changed immediately before bedtime it will wet through in the night; it's like a law in our house). So, I snuggled Little Bug back down under the blanket for the rest of the show.

That would prove to be a mistake.

When the show was over, Little Bug and I got up and went upstairs for his nighttime routine. It was at that point that I noticed a slight leakage of poop on his leg, but really, it looked harmless, so I set up to change his diaper. As I bent down to get his diaper, I happened to notice my black dress pants. They were streaked up and down my legs and cr*tch (don't want people Google searching that word to find this blog) with brown poop. Like a good amount of poop.

And it was almost dry, meaning it had been there for a while. GAG!

Unfortunately, being a mom means coming second, and Little Bug also was covered in poop…his being nice and fresh and stinky. So, I had to take care of him first, even though the whole time I was trying not to vomit at the idea that my pants were covered in poop and had been for a while.

The rest of the story is pretty uneventful. With Little Bug's immediate needs met, I changed out of the pants, gave him a kiss, and put him to bed. The pants went into the laundry and the story was recounted to Appa when he got home.

Of course, he laughed…and so did I....eventually.

3 comments:

BekahOctober 1, 2009 at 2:10 PM
Ahh....things I get to look forward to. Thanks for the laugh though! Nothing like a good poop story. :)
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sueOctober 1, 2009 at 7:08 PM
is it weird that i love poop stories? we have been lucky enough to not have been pooped on yet - but i'm sure our day is coming!
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kellyOctober 2, 2009 at 2:28 PM
That's pretty funny! I mean not for you so much, but for us reading the story.
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Everyday Mama

I'm a 32-year-old everyday mama. My husband (Appa) and I adopted our first son Little Bug (at 10 months old) from Korea in September 2008. We adopted our second son, Little Bro, from Korea in April 2011 at age 21 months. We adopted our third son,Little Moon, at age 3 in November 2013. I've wanted to be a mama for a long time, but I'm still trying to figure out the reality of it all and take time to enjoy the delicate beauty of the highs and the lows.

I worked full time as an editor, which I loved; but I made the bittersweet decision to stay home with my children after Little Bro came home. I'm now clumsily finding my footing in a new world of housekeeping, menu planning, budgeting, cooking, cleaning, and rainy-day activities, as well as navigating the world of IEPs, parent advocacy, and special needs education (spoiler: I suck at house work). My husband is hot and smart and quiet and loyal, and I think (know) my sons are the cutest, happiest little boys in the world.

I also struggle at times with mild depression, anxiety, post-adoption depression, my husband's constant absence due to his stressful and super time-consuming job, the challenges of helping my older son with his sometimes exhausting special needs, and our transition to a family of three little boys with just 19 and 14 months between them. I worry way too much about what people think of me, hate talking on the phone, and I am trying to trust myself more.

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