Up until 2 days ago, stories of parents exaggerating about just how messy their babies/toddlers’ poops at one time or another were had been, well, just fairy tales.
Bryan had a diarrhea — I suppose this phrase alone should foreshadow what’s about to follow. And the problem with that was, he’s had a LOT of food prior to the “event”. So when it DID happen… let’s just say an atomic explosion had been witnessed where it shouldn’t have been witnessed. Even worse, I was contaminated with the “material” unknowingly until it was way too late — it was over my clothes, jeans, and it left a 10-meter trail.
But Bryan had the worst end of the stick. His lower body was practically soaked with the “stuff”, and EVEN he knew that this was HOLY SHIT bad (no puns intended). When I put him down on the changing pad, he kept his legs up high and just gave me a face (“Hurry up, buddy. This isn’t going to be pretty!” ). You probably think this can’t get any worse — OH YES IT CAN!
Wondering why his butt is so watery, Bryan kept reaching to touch his butt, which made the already frenzy experience even more dramatic. And then there was the part where I had to peel off two layers of his clothes, both of which were worn over the head, without the “stuff” touching his face (too much). All this was happening while his hands were waving around with the “stuff” on (in spite of me trying to whipe as much of it off as quickly as I could).
Bryan ended up having to take a second bath for the day.
Just when I was about to hit “Submit” for this entry, Grace frantically came running from the front door announcing yet another messy diarrhea that took place while they were at Costco. So we went through the whole routine again, except this time Bryan went straight to the tub!
We may laugh about it now, but both experiences have been somehowat traumatic for Bryan. He was very confused and cried as if he did something wrong (as we know, it’s a scientific fact that the universe revolves around toddlers). So we tried to keep the mood light and go through the notion that it’s okay to be messy sometimes.