Monday, July 28, 2008

My First Multi-Child Fiasco

Well I had my first impossible situation today and of course it had to do with bodily fluids.
I had finished feeding Joshua and noticed him about to be fully asleep so I set him down in his "bed" with his pacifier. Then I noticed Caleb needed a fresh diaper. I am about to change Caleb and I hear Joshua start to fuss so I think his pacifier probably feel out. I make my way to his "bed" to reinsert the pacifier and find Joshua swimming in about a pound of milk. Spit up milk of course. So, I grab him and start to strip him, and the "bed" down. I have him on the changing table and Caleb laying on the bed waiting for his new diaper. I figured I could leave Joshua on the table for a second while I finished up Caleb. That is until I remove Caleb's pants to discover poop on the inside of his legs and his diaper about one more ounce of pee away from bursting.
Now I have Joshua crying, half dressed with spit up milk all over his face, and Caleb half dressed with poop running down his legs. Well this was a balancing act if I do say so myself. If looking on the scene it might have seemed like a well thought out dance number. A free flowing run from child to child, shower to sink, towel to towel. I have to say I kept my cool and was able to have two showered children, with fresh clothes that did not smell like either poop or spit up.
I call it a small victory.

6 comments:

thedollymama said...

Well, I call it a big victory!

A sense of humor will get you through it every time.

The National Scribe said...

well i am officially a mother of two! very exciting day indeed.

Connie said...

Good job, Queen! A little poop and spit up never stopped a good mother from her appointed rounds. Or maybe I'm confusing that with a mailman.


(If you left Joshua on the floor rather than the table I would feel a lot better...;))

The National Scribe said...

i didn't really leave him. the bed is infront of the changing table...i did have to have my back turned to him.

Connie said...

Good girl. He's such a strong little guy he could probably climb down anyway! ;)

I always figured they weren't going anywhere if they were on the floor already...

The National Scribe said...

he IS freaky strong. He crawls from one end of his "bed" to the other when he gets restless.