Blown Away
The other day I experienced the phenomenon known as a “blow out” for the first time. While it sounds like something you might ask for at a hair salon, I assure you this was much less pleasant. I’m so grateful that this happened at home and not some in some public place where I would have probably burst into tears uncontrollably. Going forward I will never leave the house without an extra change of clothes for myself, baby and a large pack of Wet Ones. I had heard other moms talking about “blow outs” in a mommy and me class. But I figured we had just magically skipped over that phase since it had never happened to us. Well…no such luck!
So one busy day (of course these things only happen on busy days) I was rushing to get us out of the house to attend a party. We all know how long it takes to leave the house with a baby, no small feat! After I finally got him fed, bathed and packed half the house into the diaper bag, I put him in his floor seat so I could quickly get ready myself.
When I was done I felt relieved as we were super late (my new trend). I went to pick him up and as I stuck my hands into the seat to lift him I felt something warm, wet and mushy on my hands. I first thought he had spit up as he has reflux and it happens from time to time! But when I pulled my hands out to see what this substance was I screamed out loud! It was poop, a.lot.of.poop.
It was all over my hands! I lifted him out of the chair to discover that it was all over him! All up his back and all over his cute little party outfit. In fact it was dripping off of him and the bottom of the chair was covered as well.
As I ran with him to the bathroom with poop dripping on the floor all along the way, I started to panic. Is this normal? It couldn’t be normal! Was it something I fed him? Flashes of mommy guilt and questions filled my head and tears began to trickle down my cheek as I began the clean up. I didn't even know where to start. How could one little baby make such a big mess?! How could I clean this up without contaminating everything? I grabbed a plastic bag with one hand and held him with the other arm. As I removed his clothes he began screaming. He was wearing one of those impossible outfits that you only put on for special occasions. The kind that takes ten minutes to put on or take off, with a lot of wriggling, fussing and crying in between. I then put him in the shower and hosed him off before putting him in his tub. Once he was clean and dressed again, the house clean up began. I put him in his playpen as I scrubbed the floor, bathroom, his clothes and finally myself! This mommy job is really something, there should be some kind of training that prepares you to deal with these “special” moments. I secretly hoped that this would happen again when my husband is watching him alone, just so he could experience it for himself (naughty, naughty, mama)!
Needless to say we were extremely late to the party! Only I wasn't the only one, other moms were arriving two hours late too! I guess I'm not the only one. At the end of the day what can I say… s%$^ happens and everybody poops right? Let’s just hope the next time I get a “blow out” it’ll be the hair salon kind.
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