Did you happen to catch Jen’s not-too-long-ago post at Conversion Diary where she told the story of tempting the poop fates?
It’s like in that movie The Ring where after you see the video you know it’s only a matter of time until freakishly terrible things start happening to you. I had laughed at another mother’s poop-related misfortune. My time was nigh.
Dom is convinced I must have laughed when I read it. if that’s so, the poop fates must have been really slow in catching up. (Then again, reading the long list of comments to that post. I think the poop fates have been busy.)
Yeah. Sophie has been having some serious diaper rash recently. It started with one diaper that got left on far too long. And she’s got sensitive skin anyway. But I think after that she was so afraid of having her bottom wiped that she’d let her diaper stay on forever without telling us about it. Compound the problem with the sandbox that Dom recently filled int he back yard, Sophie’s new found love of sand and Bella’s fondness for pouring sand all over poor little Sophie. Yeah abrasive sand in an already ripe diaper is not a good thing. And perhaps there’s been a problem with her not having the most regulated diet recently as mama’s been a wee bit distracted. Sophie is usually a big cheese eater but for some reason in the past week she’s decided she doesn’t want cheese. And I’ve been too busy nursing the bottomless pit named Ben to argue the issue. Anyhow, it all adds up to one very red, very very very raw-bottomed 17 month old girl.
So tonight as on the past few nights the girls were covered in sand and t was bath time. Dom had bathed Sophie first and brought her out to get her dressed and she was protesting fiercely against having a diaper put on to her sore bottom. Bella was waiting to be bathed, Bene was nursing, I suggested that maybe Sophie should air dry for a few minutes while Bella bathed. It might help her bottom.
It was going fine for a while. She was standing at my left elbow and I was reading her board books. Goodnight Moon, The Big Red Barn… We were laughing and lifting the flaps to find the duck and bunny and butterfly in Where is God when she said, “Uh-oh.” Not a good sign. I felt something wet on my arm and looked down to see a dirty hand moving away. Oh no, what was that? I looked down and in the few seconds I’d been distracted she’d let loose all over the living room rug. Uh-on indeed.
I yelled for Dom and he ran in grabbed Sophie and rushed her to the tub, after pulling a still-soapy and now crying Bella onto the bath mat. I plopped Bene into his swing and raced to wrap Bella in a towel. Then raced back to pick up the screaming baby and change his diaper. Then raced to stop a now-clean Sophie from grabbing the poop. Needless to say bedtime was rather delayed and a bit disorganized.
“Where’s Hallie when you need her?” Dom exclaimed as he came in from scrubbing the (white) living room carpet. “That settles it. We’re definitely renting a steam cleaner this week.”
Ah, vacation week! A daddy’s work is never done.