Andrea’s Weblog

As a mom, some days are worse than others. Tuesday was probably one of those days.

It started off well. We actually made it ON TIME to a meeting at 9:00 am–this is with showers for me and Elizabeth and a quick head wash for Elena who had managed to get milk in her hair overnight.

Then around lunch time something happened. We ate at Barberitos then sat in the car to nurse Elena before going to Target for milk and a few other things. While nursing Elena, Elizabeth decided that she needed to go potty, so we packed everyone up and headed back inside. After that, we drove across the street to Target. In hindsight, I should have just gone in and gotten my shopping over with, but Old Navy was calling. I put Elena in her Moby Wrap and headed to Old Navy.

We had just walked in the door when I heard a rumble in Elena’s diaper. A few minutes later, the Moby Wrap was noticeably damp. Determined to try a few shirts on, we headed to the changing room. I took Elena out of the wrap to survey the damage–big mistake! Bright orange poo was everywhere. Elena’s only been having bowel movements every other day, so believe me when I say that it had exploded everywhere.

Since the car was right outside, I’d neglected to bring in the diaper bag, leaving anything we had that could possibly help clean up the explosion in the car. I asked Elizabeth to take off her socks and used them, along with the wrap, to clean up .Since the damage was done, I continued with my mission to try on clothes and bought a shirt. We got back to the car and I proceeded to change Elena.

While elbow-deep in poo, Elizabeth announces that she has to go potty. Ahhhh!! I pull down her pants and scramble around to find something for her to pee on. I don’t know why she couldn’t just go on the ground, but my train of thought was “oh, no she’s not wearing a cloth diaper, she needs something to pee on…give her the dog towel.” Crisis averted.

By this time, Elena wanted to nurse. (I guess she’d exerted herself.) I nurse Elena and put her in her carseat for a trip into Target. Yes, we still needed milk, the whole purpose of the stop. No sooner did I buckle her in when she has one of her massive stomach-emptying spit-ups all over herself. I take her out, change her outfit and since she’d gotten some on me, I put on my new shirt and we head into Target. Thankfully, the rest of the day was uneventful, or if it was I’ve blocked it out.

I keep thinking to myself that I should develop my own sex ed curriculum for high schoolers. It would consist of moms coming in to tell stories such as this one. Girls would be scared about turning into me and guys would get turned off once they picture their girlfriends covered in poo in spit-up. Maybe it would be too effective . . .