Today was a total roller coaster of successes and failures. Here is a bit of a recap...
1) I rocked this morning.... Had a playdate planned way up north (Rocky Ridge) and was actually out of the house (with both kids!) by 8:40am, and arrived only 15 minutes late at 9:15am. Rhys was well behaved, and Kyle even had a wee bit of a snooze. Success!
2) My attempts to keep Rhys awake in the car were futile (Rhys look! A Choo Choo!) and he fell asleep, meaning the odds of a nap were slim. I thought my luck had turned when he willingly got into his crib. That lasted about ten minutes. He then called out for 'mommy and daddy' for the next hour, and was in a trouble making mood for the rest of the afternoon. Fail!
3) Nana and Grandan show up to lend a quick hand. ( load the dish washer, distract Rhys while I nursed, etc) Success!
4) Rhys needed a diaper change and fought me on it. Turns out his bum was flaming red and sore. So he had an early bath to sooth his poor bum. After the bath he really didn't wanna diaper on, so I figured some air could do him good, and let him be naked in his giraffe towel. Then I had an idea - I'll try him in his big boy underwear! So he put them on and looked SO cute. Then Kyle fell asleep in the baby bjorn and Rhys and I played and I made him dinner and he ate TONS. MAJOR SUCCESS!
4) Then Kyle woke up and needed to nurse. While I was nursing, Rhys was laying on the floor quietly watching TV. Suddenly he leaped to his feet, with the fear of God in his eyes. There were dribbles coming from between his legs. 'Rhysie! Quick! To the the Potty! You're peeing!' So with a baby on my breast I grabbed my toddler and ran to the bathroom. More dribbles were coming now. 'Rhys! Sit in on the Potty! SIT'! He refused and looked terrified. This was out of character because he pees on the potty all the time, 'Rhys - you don't even have to take off your underwear.... Just SIT!!!!' then I noticed the dribbles were brown. Then there were blobs of brown. He was shaking his head and whimpering. I realized I needed to keep my cool, or risk scarring him for life. 'Rhysie. It's okay. You're pooping. If you sit on the potty you can have a big sticker!' He still refused. So I pulled Kyle off my breast ( yes, I was still nursing during this!) and put him in his crib. He of course started wailing, but I had to leave him. I ran back to Rhys who was still 'hovering' over the potty. I pulled off his under wear, which was filled with chunky-yet-runny diareah like poo. Once they were off he sat down, but the damage was done. There I was. Holding a diarrhea filled under wear in one hand, and wiping down my toddlers legs with the other. I was gagging at the smell, but tried to hide it from Rhys. All I could think to say was 'good boy Rhys! Now you get a big sticker!. He smiled. So left his disgusting undies in the sink (the bath hadn't been drained yet)' and left the potty and toilet full of soiled TP, Finished cleaning him up and gave him his bowl of stickers while I sat on on the floor and nursed Kyle in the hallway. I then texted Warren asking when he'd be home. FAIL.
Warren came home from a crummy work day, and was greeted by a screaming, inconsolable gassy infant, a toddler who was not in bed, a bathroom full of poo, and a wife who was on the verge crying and throwing in the shat-filled towel.
I love you, hon.
5 comments:
Oh my. Hang in there. You held onto your own shit, while surrounded by it.
You may or may not realize how great you handled it, but you were amazing.
There will be many more moments like this and you're a rockstar!
Oh, these days!! I know 'em well... While you're in the middle of it, you wonder how you'll ever get thru. But after, they are the days you'll remember...and laugh hysterically about. Not yet, though. It's too soon. ;)
Now if you saw that scene in a movie you would think it was hilarious!!!! We have all been there (did I tell you about the time Layton pooped on the brand new airplane chest we bought him which totally stripped the finish AND left a giant brown stain??? - not a good day) And there were others....many many others.
We have all been there in one form or another. I remember chanting over and over, "This too shall pass".
Good gawd! Poor Amanda Panda. I'm sure it was not a funny situation at the time, but I had to chuckle. I found myself nodding and relating to your day (minus the potty stuff as Easton refuses anything potty). But I totally get the sleeping in the car, learning to nurse while using both arms elsewhere and walking and weary texts to the husband after a rotten day.
I agree with TJ. You handle it all amazingly. Did you ever think you could get through something like that before you had kids? You are strong, my friend. I'd like to say that will be the last time you will need to deal with such poopy disaster, but I can't. I can tell you that eventually is becomes second nature. And that is when you really start to worry about yourself!
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