Well if you read my last blog entry. I noted that I going to go "enjoy some quiet time," since Isabella was asleep and Parker was out playing and I was caught up on everything.
So you want to know what happened?
I tiptoed into Bobby and I's bedroom to check on the little babe who I let nap on our bed, when I smelled this awful diarrhea smell. I went over to the bed and Isabella was sleeping in a pool of diarrhea that had spilled out of the top of her diapers on to our sheets down into the mattress.
Oh Sh*t is right.
I swooped her up and held her at arms reach length out and took into the bathroom turned on the bath water, and stripped her down, and placed her in the tub. Poor girl was still waking up and didn't know what was going on. So no resting for me, I had to clean a big mess on our bed, and save our mattress, with Resolve this mattress and upholstery cleaner and wash everything, desanitize the bathroom and yadayadayada.....................Luckily it was on my side of the bed, men don't seem to deal well with baby poop.
Oh yeah, still no baby. I like it when people ask me when I'm due and I say tomorrow.
I had two people ask today. If there were no doctors I would probably still be pregnant with Isabella.
1 comment:
Ooohhhh poop. I'm so sorry. About the poop and the no-show-baby. They have rain dances, maybe you should try a baby dance. Shake it loose. Don't worry about not being dilated. I've heard PLENTY of women say they weren't dilated at all before they go into labor. Relax, do some deep knee bends, and we can both pray that baby gets out soon.
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