Brent seems to be the lucky one these days. He volunteered to change the diaper and moments later I heard, "I need some back-up!" Poor little thing...I'm not sure how the poop manages to travel the upward, defying gravity, but it did. Had we not intervened when we did, she would have had some new, organic hair product. I'm sure any veteran parent would've laughed at our joint effort to change, bathe, and clean this tiny 8lb baby. Here's a visual for you: I held her over the sink while Brent attempted to remove her (brand new) onesie. Dialogue was something like this, "Not over her head! You dont want to pull the poop over her head!" She was, surprisingly, quite patient with us and didn't cry at all.
We survived our first blow out; I look forward to solid foods.
We survived our first blow out; I look forward to solid foods.
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