Oh, What a Night
I should really be napping right now. It’s 2 pm, and I’ve been up since around 4 - up, that is, with a cranky baby. Correction: up with a cranky, poopy, gassy baby. I didn’t realize the source of Squid’s restlessness until I lifted him from his crib in the middle of the night to find that his diaper had failed him. He was wet from armpit to ankle. Oh, great, he’s dipped in piss, I thought. I should be so lucky…
No, as it turned out, he was blanketed in diarrhea; it had filled his diaper and then some. His clothes (both layers) were soaked. I woke up Jason and together we cleaned the mess. “What did he eat?”
I hesitated telling him. “Pureed pears. Lots.”
“O…kaaaayyy. No more pears!”
“Right.”
We attempted to put Squid down again, but he was inconsolable. And farting. Loud. Really loud. So, I held him on the couch until he seemed to be getting sleepy again, watching Planet of the Apes to pass the time - you know, the one with Charlton Heston. P.S. Why do you think actors of that time overacted? They always sound so cheesy to me. In 40 years, will my grandchildren think the same of Matt Damon?
Anyway, so Squid finally began to doze off, at which point Jason took over and held him on his chest while I gratefully slipped back into the bedroom. A few hours later, he was up again, screeching from the living room. Not again…
Yes, again.
Poop as far as the eye can see. Ugh. Off with the clothes, out with the washcloths, wet wipes, powder and diaper. By then, I just decided it wasn’t worth trying to get back to sleep since Squid was clearly not going down again anytime soon. I crawled to the kitchen (at least that’s what it felt like) and made a pot of coffee - which, by the way, still hasn’t kicked in.
Yeah, I think I’m gonna take myself up on that nap…
October 15th, 2006 21:58
I have had to deal with assplosions before and it sure is not fun. I gave Harry a ton of home baked sweet potato once and he was shooting it out for days! The stench was incredible. Eventually thier digestive tract matures enough that things like that stop happening.
October 16th, 2006 08:53
aren’t those nights the worst? that bone tired aching please god let me have a moment to myself to sleep nights…ugh. i am sorry. i love now that M is a bit older, that she sleeps really, really well. but it took a while to get there.