In my previous post I spoke about that dreaded Monday that I overcame locking my keys and phone in the car, breastfeeding my baby in public without my nursing screen and managing to find a diaper for my daughters blown out poopy diaper. There have been several diaper blowouts after that one but none like the one I had to endure this past Sunday.
She was in her Sunday's best-brown and pink polk-a-dot dress that a family friend bought for her. She finally fit in it and she'd probably never be able to fit in it again. It was perfect because it totally matched the magnificent headband another friend bought for her; needless to say, she looked absolutely adorable for our Labor Day weekend service. It was no more than five minutes after setting her car-seat on our pew of choice, that we heard that oh, too familiar sound. Like leather tearing or an elephant caller her young. I reluctantly lifted her dress to witness the messiest of Uh-oh's she's ever made. What was a mommy to do? I graciously picked the car seat up as the first worship song began and trotted toward the restrooms.
One of my best of friends saw the anxiety in my eyes and walked over to ask what was up. I simply lifted my smiling daughter's dress and she quickly grabbed my arm and ran us over to the changing table. I lucked out and cleaned my baby's bum. She... well, she was not so lucky. The car seat was completely saturated with, with... poop! She kept grabbing paper towels dabbing, scrubbing, wiping to no avail. It was beneficial that she's a nurse so bodily fluids do not faze her. Especially baby poop.
The worst part of it all is that I was not prepared for this. The extra outfit I had was not appropriate for the cool mid sixty degrees in the sanctuary. I felt horrible. All I could think about was everything I did wrong and how ill prepared I was for emergencies. Never mind that her car seat was a biohazard. why didn't I bring another pair of socks!
Sigh. I have learned my lesson. I now travel with extra socks, weather appropriate clothes, extra burpies and spittle clothes (AKA sloppies), gripe water, Mylicon, diapers galore along with their pal wipes, and her binky, two of them. I know it could have been way worse, but as a new mother I'm constantly trying to be one step ahead of trouble but instead I feel like I am encouraging trouble to shadow me. What can I say, I'm a rookie. But this rookie will eventually become ( hopefully) MVP.
This post was great. LOL Your baby is one blessed child to have you for her mommy!
ReplyDeleteYour post brings back memories from 15 years ago. It was also at church that my firstborn gave me fresh perspective on the term "blow out" service. She was in a nautical outfit that day; so I guess making a few waves of her own were in order. This was definitely the rogue wave I wasn't expecting though. Beyond the reaches of her collar it splashed up into her hair, just beneath that beautiful headband. I too felt the shame of being stuck without an extra outfit. But alas, she had a ribbon that was left untouched! Gently I tied it around her neck like a scarf and carried her back into service in her birthday suit accessorized with Huggies and a red, silk ribbon. Although I was embarrassed by my lack of preparation, I wasn't ashamed of our precious gift sent from God wrapped in my arms & accented with a bow!
Blowouts or not - she was mine. I'm sure that's how you feel too. :)
We are very excited for you & J--. You sound very happy in spite of the clueless-ness you feel. Ha ha
What an appropriate blog title. Love it. I think all moms can relate.
BTW, that clueless feeling continues for us as we now navigate through 'teendom' in a daze! You experience different kinds of blowouts when your baby reaches that stage in life! ;)
Time flies. We're still holding on, but our grip is loosening as we see our baby slipping slowly, yet ever so gracefully into womanhood. Cherish each moment - even the blowouts!! I know I do.
LOVE YOU! ----S.Evans
(Never mind the "Rosetta" name! haha..)
Rosetta? Love it! I can't believe I just now saw your comment. Wait a minute, yes I can. I love your story and then again I don't. I feel like time is already slipping away and that I can only hold on to her for as long as she will let me. A huge part of me wishes she would remain an infant- trusting in me for everything- and a small part of me wishes she could find her own binkie and sit up already.
ReplyDeleteI find motherhood being nothing like I expected. It is beyond what I imagined a mother's love could be and a billion times more important than my husband and I worried about. I'm excited to get to know her, each day she shows me a little more of who she is and what she like and dislikes... argh! where's the pause button!!!!
Thanks for the comment and for sharing your story, S. Evans. Love you too!