These days I'm thrilled with dirty diapers, which mean Eloise is getting enough to eat and hopefully not having tummy troubles. If I don't see one for a while, I grow concerned. Once when Eloise went over 24 hours without one, I called her doctor. The nurse (laughingly, I could tell) told me her gut was maturing and absorbing most of the nutrients in breast milk, which is broken down really well already. Whew! Once I got used to Eloise only having one poo a day, I relaxed a bit... just in time for those poos to become adventures. Ha!
Two nights ago, or I guess I should say mornings since it was 2:00 a.m., I was up to feed Eloise and she filled her diaper while she was eating. This happens a lot. What I didn't realize right away was she had gone up the back of her diaper, through her outfit, through my pajama pants, to my underwear! We both needed changing and in the process I got it all over the changing table and a burp cloth... at 2:00 in the morning. Poo. Everywhere. It was more funny than anything else and I was relieved that after our little adventure we both went right back to sleep.
|The 3:00 a.m. milk coma|
And after Eloise ate following our nap and the poo adventure, she decided one more poo would be a good idea and by 11:00 a.m. she was on her third outfit of the day.
I'm sure these crazy experiences in baby poo are nothing new to most moms, but I thought I'd record a few anyway... at least for Eloise's viewing pleasure one day. This kid is a wiggly bundle and she makes us laugh and smile every day. At 8 weeks now she is becoming more aware of things and she stares and watches brightly colored toys, our faces, and ceiling fans. Her smiles are coming more easily and often, and I love it. I try not to wish for the next exciting stage, knowing all of these little phases will fly by and my tiny baby will be sitting up and talking to me before long, but I enjoy watching her grow and change as well. Even if it involves poo. Everywhere.