OK, it takes a LOT to get us to laugh uncontrollably while changing a diaper at 3 am, but Jorian was a total ham last night - his humor was a bit scatalogical and delivered completely deadpan, but hilarious just the same.During a feeding, he had a little explosion that usually indicates that he just pooped. Normal enough - time to cue the live-in daddy diaper change service...
[As a bit of backstory, the last few days, Jori had been acting a bit gassy (or "windy" as they said on one of the British mums' chat groups we found online), so we had been replicating what one mum called her "baby yoga" routine. Some slow clockwise massage of his abdomen, some bicycling of the legs, then prayer-position feet with some lifting of his lower body... Amazingly, this method has been remarkably "efficient" at producing the desired effect.]
So I tried baby yoga last night to facilitate or expedite the "second coming," as we've been affectionately calling his two- or three-part bowel movements. To no avail... YET...Moving over to the changing table, where I had pre-arrayed two clean diapers (part of my whole "system" that's developed while changing the 110+ diapers of last week), I set to cleaning up his little bum. All clean, I started wrapping him up in a clean diaper, when a seemingly massive quantity of fresh poo soiled diaper #1. A quick wipe & dry and he was ready for the "backup" diaper #2 - which he promptly projectile pooped into.
All out of diapers, I was reaching down to get a fresh one from the drawer, when he pooped ALL over the waterproof changing pad cover. At which point, sleep-deprived mom and dad were just busting up laughing. Ever the professional, Jorian never broke his deadpan visage, though I could detect a hint of a satisfied look on his face.
[Maybe he's been reading up on comedy/joketelling, but Jori seems to know that the third time you do something (adding a twist or variation), it's for some inexplicable reason much funnier than the first two passes...]
Hope you find this story as amusing as we did...
AJ at a similar age did a mid-diaper-change-projectile-poop straight into the pocket of my bathrobe. For some reason, I thought it was the funniest thing ever!
ReplyDeleteI do love baby poop stories. :-) Quinn once pooped with such volume and velocity that it shot out the sleeve of his sleeper. Another time, fully clothed, he pooped hard enough to blow out of his clothes, all over me, and onto the dog.
ReplyDeleteAt 3am Viviana did the same thing - a projectile poop as I was bending over wiping her bum - it *just* missed my hair, but got the diaper, changing pad, table, off the table and onto the clothes hamper and finally onto the wall, where it oozed down toward the floor. Gotta love being a new parent!
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