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It seems like a lot of my post are about poop these days, but whatever, it is what it is. Here goes....
When my son was a wee baby (he's
A few denials and some sniffing around (literally) led us to my son's diapered bottom. We hadn't suspected him because until this point he had never been a silent Pooper. There was no shame to his little 7 month game and poop-time always followed and accompanied a series of grunts and howls and ummm...loud passing of "the gas" if you know what I mean. (trying to keep it clean for this to be posted on SITS site). We had also been very lucky to never have had a "blow-out" diaper situation. He was almost always constipated. I picked him up from his walker to change him, and everyone gasp and went into panic mode as soon as I turned around with him. I had no idea what was wrong, but it was such a strong reaction that it freaked me out because I thought such a reaction surely meant he was missing some important part. They freaked, I freaked because they freaked, and he freaked out because we all had freaked. In only a short moment I caught on to what had happened... I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there holding him. The thing that alerted me was a cold drip,drip,drip on the top of my leg that ran all the way down to my ankle VERY quickly. His grandmother went into action mode and swooped him away to the bathroom. I followed, and his dad followed, then his uncle and grandfather followed. (how many people does it take to change a 7 month old's diaper?) We were all calmed down a little bit, but my son was in a full-fledged fit. There was poop all over his legs and up his back. The more he kicked and wiggled the more he "flung" it everywhere. Finally, we had his clothes and diaper off and got him into the tub. The tub had poop smeared all over as did his grandmother and me. After finally getting him rinsed off we handed him, wrapped in a towel, to someone. The tub was sanitized (with Clorox of course) and then we were finally able to give him a complete bath and get him back to his sweet smelling self. Then his grandmother and I both needed a bath and change of clothes, and the carpet and his walker needed to be scrubbed. The whole ordeal took about 2 hours to get everyone and everything cleaned and back to normal.
That was the biggest mess that I've ever dealt with at any type of family gathering. It's funny......now.