This was Rory's first poop ever.
 |
| Please don't ever tell him I showed you this. |
If, like me, this is the first first poop you've ever seen, you might be as surprised to find out that it is black and sticky. It was kind of gross the first few days, but two months in, I would die for Rory to have poop like that.
Let's speak positively about Rory's poop before I go into the gory details. The best attribute of his poop is that it doesn't stink. This isn't because Rory's special, until he eats something other than his mother's milk, "his shit don't stink". (Pardon my French, but it's a phrase.) The second thing his poop has going for him is that it is liquid. This actually becomes a fault later in this blog post, but for now, we'll look at it as a positive because, combined with its lack of smell, liquid poop just isn't as conceptually disgusting as real poop (to me anyways).
In the beginning, he'd poop about 8 times a day. Not exaggerating that number, in fact, the doctor asks to make sure he is pooping 8 times a day. Suddenly at 6 weeks, that number dropped to once a day. I was actually concerned (as the doctor had put so much emphasis on many poops in the beginning) but turns out, at 6 weeks, 1 poop a day is enough. While it sounds much nicer, I swear that 1 poop contains all of the poop that was once spread out over 8 poops. And no diaper is designed to hold that much poop. It's amazing he doesn't lose half his body weight in the middle of each day (when the 1 poop tends to happen).
You don't always know when it's coming, but you know when it happens. Everyone remotely close in vicinity knows it happens, and unfortunately, it almost never happens at home.
Today's happenings are what lead me to write about his poop. I began working part time from home this week (a task FAR more difficult than I ever predicted while trying to satisfy Rory's cuddly nature). So today, Rory and I went to Starbucks (twice actually). I got settled, he was in his carseat which was in his stroller. I had a Chai latte to justify using Starbuck's internet, and a water bottle. I had my laptop out and plugged into the wall. His diaper bag was in the stroller, but several of its contents were now spread across the table as well. And then I heard the explosion in his pants. There's no question when it happens that it will be epic. Unfortunately, unless you're willing to risk your laptop's safety, you have to pack EVERYTHING up in order to tend to the mess...at which point, in my opinion, you might as well just go home. Packing and unpacking all of this stuff takes about 10 minutes too long. I made the decision to change his diaper in the Starbuck's bathroom, rather than have him sit in it until we got home, in hopes of saving it from shooting up his back. In this regard, we were successful, his clothes came out mostly unharmed. But that is amazing from the amount of poop we were dealing with. By the time I was done, it was all over his socks, which I removed, so then it was all over his feet. Up his leg. Front to bottom of diaper filled. I used 3 diapers in the process, every wipe we had in our bag, and some toilet paper. My hands were smothered in poop. Needless to say, it was disgusting. And when we walked out, someone was waiting for the bathroom...possibly for the entire 15 minutes we were in there.
This blow-out has only been topped by our visit to Santa. Last week Joe's parents were in town and while the guys were at the Seahawks vs Rams football game, the girls took Rory and Eli to see Santa! All was well, Eli cried as 1 year olds should and Rory sat unenthused.
Rory's look of contentment made more sense after I went to pick him up. Santa looked at me and said "I think he just had a blowout". (See Santa's eyes in above picture and reevaluate Rory's contentment below.)
Luckily Rory didn't leave any residue on Santa, but it was an epic blowout. I ran into Nordstrom and found the nearest bathroom. And then, with Sandy's help, we removed poop from Rory's entire body. Literally there was poop from his butt to his neck. His cute Christmas outfit was soaked in poop. And who designed onesies to go over their head?! I had to pull this poopy mess OVER HIS HEAD! It was terrible, absolutely disgusting, and I'm confident that without Sandy's help I would have called 911. So, if Rory doesn't get any Christmas presents this year, at least we know why.
Ok, I'm done talking about Rory's poop. Today is his two month birthday! We are celebrating tomorrow with his first shots at the doctor's office. Can't wait.
Meanwhile, Rory has now met almost all of his Grandparents and is excited to meet Grandpa Tom on Saturday. Rory loved his time with Grandma Rosey and Grumpy.
 |
Grandma Rosey and her two Washington grandsons. |
 |
| Just in case you were wondering, Eli still loves Rory, despite what happened with Santa. |
Finally, I will end with pictures from our PEPS group. We've now had 3 meetings and here's some pictures of all the babies!
Week 2
 |
| Rory's girlfriend to his left, Naomi, shares his same birthday and lives less than a mile away! |
Week 3
 |
| Naomi was getting a little two friendly with Oliver this week if you ask me. |
 |
| But Rory made other friends. |
Well, I hope all of your holidays are merry. Joe, Rory, and I fly to the midwest on Christmas Eve and will be introducing Rory to what real love feels like, as he meets his extended families. :) I'm particularly excited because I hear many blowouts occur on airplane rides.
Thinking of you all, hoping to see most of you soon!
Love,
Robyn
PS - I did wash my hands before leaving the Starbuck's bathroom.
No comments:
Post a Comment