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Yes, It Happened Yet Again…
Jan 8th
Nathan had his first bath the other day!
Ok, before you start wondering if we’ve ever bathed our kid, Paul always just took him in the shower with him and just bathed him in there.
It was fast. It was simple. It was less messy. And Nathan really enjoyed it.
So the whole reason we had to give him an actual bath was because Nathan (believe it or not!) actually SLEPT during his nap. He didn’t keep himself awake by talking to himself or thumping his legs. He actually fell asleep right away.
He slept solidly for two hours.
So, do you remember how I told you guys that Nathan was such a stubborn little guy that he was holding in his poop, and making himself painfully constipated because of it? Well, the doctor prescribed some medicine to help with that. I had given it to Nathan hours earlier, but he hadn’t pooped yet.
He pooped during his nap instead.
And boy, did he ever poop.
Remember the MEGA POOP? The poopage that got all into the feet of his sleeper and the grossness of it made me gag? And remember how I said that no poop could possibly, POSSIBLY, be worse than the MEGA POOP?
Oh, was I ever wrong.
This poop, guys… this poop was WORSE. It didn’t seep into the legs of his sleepers.
It did something even grosser.
IT SHOT OUT THE BACK OF HIS DIAPER.
It soaked through his onesie.
It soaked through his crib sheet.
Rank, stinky, vile, no-longer-constipated Nathan Poop was all over the place.
And when I took off his onesie, there was poop CAKED ONTO HIS SKIN. I had to peel it off his back.
I. HAD. TO. PEEL. IT. OFF.
And the smell, oh Lord the smell.
His onesie was ruined. I have never been one to just throw clothes away. I usually go through great lengths to get stains out, and I have this special routine of soaking, coating with stain-removers, and washing that gets the stain out every single time.
But this time, this time I wasn’t going to EVEN go through that.
So after I PEELED the poop off of Nathan’s back, I wiped him down with a wet wipe.
But wet wipes ain’t got crap on… well… crap.
After about 10 wet wipes, his back was still stained with this gross, brown poop color. Nathan needed a shower immediately, and Paul wasn’t able to get in the shower. So we decided that Nathan was big enough to take his first bath.
We filled up the sink with water and added some suds to make a gentle bubble bath.
He loved it!
At first, he was a little bothered by it all. But Paul gently cleaned him with the sprayer, and Nathan was cool after that. In fact, he really loved watching the water cascading down his head. He watched intently as it made tiny splashes in his little pool of water, looking up at us every so often as if to say So this is what I’ve been missing?
Nathan and his monster poops. I still have years left of this, don’t I??
Strong Willed and Mega Stubborn
Dec 18th
Nathan had his well-check with the pediatrician the other day. He’s doing wonderfully. Still a little on the thin side for a baby, but all babies are different. It always bothers me when doctors whip out that growth chart and start comparing babies to each other. All babies are individuals… some are fat, some are thin, some are tall, some are short. As long as they are healthy, why does it matter how they compare to other babies? His genes simply won’t let him get fat. We’ve been trying so hard to plump him up but it doesn’t matter how much or what I feed the little guy, he just won’t get fat.
Except for those DELICIOUS CHEEKS!
Oh how I wish my metabolism was still like that. Believe it or not, I used to be thin before I got pregnant. All those days of scarfing down chocolate kinda caught up to my backside and thighs, though. I’m doing yoga now to combat it. We’ll see how that goes.
So anyway, back to Nathan’s pediatrician appointment. I mentioned to the doctor that I was worried about Nathan’s constipation. After a slew of questions, his doctor (who also worked as a pediatric G.I. specialist for a number of years at a local children’s hospital) was like, Nathan’s not really constipated… He’s just seriously hard-headed, a.k.a TOTALLY STUBBORN.
I was like, of course he’s stubborn… he totally takes after ME.
So yeah, Nathan is so stubborn that he holds in his poop. The doctor said he’s seen it time and time again with strong-willed babies. They have a painful poop once, then they get it in those stubborn little heads that all poops are painful. Therefore, when they have to go, they keep it in in an attempt to avoid the pain. Holding it in causes it to become hard, and the cycle repeats itself.
Can you believe that? I never knew babies could possibly be stubborn enough that they REFUSE TO POOP.
If he’s this strong-willed now, I’m really starting to wonder how he’s going to be a year from now. Two years. Three years. OHMYGOD Paul and I are going to have our hands full.
An Upcoming Celebration
Dec 17th
Yesterday was the first day in over 100 days that I took a break from writing in my blog. I have to admit, it was nice.
Well, maybe not as nice as a big bowl of deliciously fattening chocolate ice cream, but pretty damn close.
Even though it felt good to finally allow myself to take a break, I still felt weird not writing. I walked around most of the day feeling like I was only wearing one sock, or like I hadn’t brushed my teeth, or like I only put mascara on one eye. (Yes I have done that before, put mascara on only one eye. AND WENT OUT IN PUBLIC.) You know the feeling. That nagging sensation that you’ve forgotten to do something, only you can’t quite put your finger on exactly what it is you forgot to do.
And I didn’t forget to blog. I just chose to take a break. But all day long, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had forgotten something.
In other news, Paul and I will be celebrating our ONE YEAR WEDDING ANNIVERSARY this weekend! A whole year! Together! With a baby! And poop, lots and lots of baby poop! We have survived!
WE HAVE SURVIVED!
I feel like standing on the rooftop with a loudspeaker and shouting, “HEY FOLKS! WE SURVIVED OUR FIRST YEAR OF MARRIAGE… WITH A POOPING BABY!” Because to me, that’s a pretty big deal. We are still married and couldn’t be any happier, even though we always catch ourselves discussing Nathan’s bowel habits on a daily basis.
You know you married your soul-mate when you can talk about baby poop and still find your partner overwhelmingly attractive.
So for our anniversary, Paul’s mom said she’d watch Nathan for us while we go on a date. We’re really, really excited to have some Us Time. Of course, we love Nathan more than life itself, but after a while, we start craving that elusive Us Time like there’s no tomorrow. So Saturday, we’re dropping the little guy off at Grandma’s house and we’re going out to celebrate our wonderful first year of marriage.
We will not, however, be discussing Nathan’s bowel habits.
Even More Talk of Poopage
Nov 25th
Yep. This is another one of THOSE posts that I do. Another one talking about poop. But that’s to be expected… as documented here and here, and mega-poopage can be found here. But it wouldn’t be a blog about a baby if I didn’t talk about poop, right?
For the past couple months or so, Nathan’s been constipated. Ever since we introduced solid foods, starting with applesauce. I’ve tried suggestions from other people… oatmeal, bananas, prunes… but to no avail. I tried giving him water, but he doesn’t like it and won’t swallow it.
Literally. I even tried giving it to him via syringe, as recommended by his pediatrician. But Nathan just held it in his mouth, groaned a few times, and then just spit it all out. It dribbled down his chin and drenched his clothes. He spit the remaining water out, showering me with it. So then I tried giving him some diluted juice. He didn’t like that either.
The poor little guy is really constipated. The last time Paul changed his diaper, Nathan was playfully pounding his legs down on the changing table. Evidently, Paul didn’t move the soiled diaper far enough from Nathan’s piston legs. Those little legs thudded heavily onto the soiled diaper.
DIRECTLY INTO HIS POOP.
But Nathan was so constipated that his sock left a mere sock print in it. A round little turd with a sock print. There was practically no mess. No splattering. Nothing hideous.
There was very little poop on his sock.
I feel so bad for the little guy because I personally think it sucks to be constipated. Like I said, nothing I’ve tried seems to help. Not even the prunes.
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