Coming home. We always suspected it that it would be difficult to juggle at 16 month old and a newborn but I wasnt quite prepared for what happened today when I came home. Im post cesarean so trying to take it just a little easy which is easier said than done. My husband gives toddler a well needed bath and toddler comes streaking out into the living room with husband in pursuit with a nappy. Me: Just let him play without his nappy for a little bit. It cant hurt. Toddler is climbing into ball pit while husband and I cringe as his nether regions are dragged behind him. Surely he will tear something off. I have second thoughts about nappy free time. Me: Maybe you better put his nappy on. What if he poos in the ball pit. Husband goes over and picks up toddler. Husband: Hes done a poo. Hes done a poo. Theres a log. I see it. Rushes off with toddler. Now, youll have to excuse the fact that I didnt jump to attention but my husband is a bit of a joker and I just didnt believe him. These sort of statements are kind of his thing. When he came back with a plastic bag however, I realized that it wasnt a joke and said toddler had pooped in the ball pit. I began to laugh. In fact I laughed until I cried, I was attempting to hold my stomach with my hands but somehow I think I both pulled a stitch and peed myself all at once. It was hilarious. It wasnt so funny once I realized that we had to pull the ball pit apart to wash and steralize the whole thing. Those plastic pits are a nightmare to assemble, especially with a toddler trying to climb back in with his poop. Toddler gets plastic bar and Im attempting to shield newborn from getting hit with it whilst stopping toddler from going back to the ball pit where his father is scooping poop and pulling it apart. Newborn decides it time to be done with that meconium and join the poop saga with her first real turd. She is crying, toddler is fighting and I scoop up newborn to rush off to the change table. In the process I realize that my boobs have leaked from nipple to knee, which admitedly isnt as far as it used to be but none the less, I have milk running down my body. Manage to change newborn who is now extremely hungry and screaming. Hands need washing before I can feed her. Quick exchange to husband who had balls in bleach and cover in the machine and can now hold newborn. He sits down with crying baby and toddler is by his side as I prep some formula (just in case). Funny smell in the kitchen. There is a bag of poop on the floor. Why is there a bag of poop on the floor? Take poop to bin. Have to rewash and steralize hands. Toddler starts to cry because newborn is crying. I take her and attempted to attach to my enormous boobs but without success, they are too big and hard and I dont have time to express any. Toddler runs off with nipple shield. Me: Get that shield!! Husband recovers it and takes an hour to wash it. Still cant attach. She is howling. Give her some formula to calm her down, switch chairs, relax a bit and then breast feed. She does and doesnt give it up for 20 minutes. I prise her off to burp her. Vomits on me. And its only 5.15pm.
Posted on: Mon, 25 Nov 2013 12:05:56 +0000
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