I Did Not Sign Up for This

Warning: Graphic pictures.

Admittedly, there are times when Adam and I look at each other and say, "This is not what I signed up for."  While this makes us sound like bad parents, I have a feeling everyone says this at one point or another during parenthood.  Yesterday was one of those days.  First though, let me give you a rundown of the other times.

1. Night 2 in the hospital - Lily starts crying around seven at night.  She doesn't stop until four or five they next morning.  Nothing works until we beg for a binkie which the night nurse begrudgingly gives us.  Finally peace and sleep.  Until later that day...

2. Lily nursing all day.  Then all night.

3. Midnight.  Mom and Dad tired, Lily ready for action!

4. Finally, yesterday. I was happily doing my yoga while Lily was playing in her exer-saucer.  About halfway through, Lily gets fussy. Naturally I stop yoga and reach down and get her out.  Suddenly my whole arm is slimy, wet and a nasty smell assaults me. I look down and there is poo running down Lily's leg onto my arm.  So much. I look down and its all over the exer-saucer.  I panic, not sure whether or not to just throw her in the bathtub (but what about the diaper?).  I think, "I did not sign up for this."

Finally I got Lily cleaned up, got the bathroom cleaned up, got myself cleaned up.  Then I moved to the exer-saucer.  Where to start.  Luckily most of the poo ended up on the tags so I chopped them off. And got more poo on me. 

As I am washing my hands yet again, I walk around the disaster area and everything smells like poop.  I scour the carpet for poo spots, but can't find/smell any.  But my arms still feel like they are covered. 

Lily was so proud of herself.