That not so Fresh Feeling

Yesterday, I was on the phone with my mom, deeply involved in a conversation as I always am when she calls, when Harper started fussing a bit.  I told my mom, “Oh, she just wants some attention.”  as I picked her up and moved her to a new location in the living room.  She calmed down, as she always does when presented with a toy and location she has seen for five minutes.  So I went on with the conversation.  

Some time passed.  I felt something moist on my robe.  I looked down and saw I has brown stuff all over me.  

It took a minute to register, I was covered in poo.  Harper wanted attention because she had the blow out of her life, and rather than fixing it, I had inadvertently wiped it all over myself.  I have heard if situations like this, called Poojinked.  And so, I cleaned us both up, and went on with my day.  Shit happens.

When putting the baby to sleep last night, I was rocking her in my arms softly singing a lullaby.  Her eyelids were heavy, body limp and soft, nuzzling in under my chin when I felt something wet.  She peed on me.  I don’t know how it happened, but it did.  It was worse than the poo, in that  it soaked my clothes and body.

There was a time, after we had the baby, I considered it a major accomplishment if I got dressed that day.  I thought, with time, I would be able to put myself together with more ease.  Now it is just an accomplishment to not be covered in baby waste. 



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3 responses to “That not so Fresh Feeling

  1. Al Herrmann

    where’d my comment go?

  2. Al Herrmann

    Huh. I typed a comment a minute ago, hit Submit, and it disappeared. So. Let’s start over.


    Here’s some more poop for you-

    But be careful- this is REALLY gross!

    You’re welcome!


  3. milkymilk

    It was marked as spam, I think because of the link…

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