I am still shell shocked by the events that took place at 557pm this evening. D, Stella, and I ran a few errands that lasted approximately 57 minutes. During that time Stella not only pooped but she exploded! I know this is gross- but believe me reading it is nothing compared to living it.
I unknowingly took Stella out of her car seat not paying attention to the car seat and decided she was probably wet. During that time D yells down from the stairs telling me he thinks she pooped. SO I of course smell her- and confirm it! I laid her down and took off her poop filled shorts. An explosion had occurred! Not only was my shirt covered in poop from carrying her, so was the carpet, her car seat, the onesie she was wearing, the blanket she was on, ANYTHING and EVERYTHING she touched was covered in it. Gross, Gross, Gross! I can't handle this amount of poop. I am pretty sure that amount doesn't even come out of me! (I know TMI.)
After all the tears (both of us) of wiping her clean and then bathing her we talked again and she started to smile about the events as we reviewed them. She loves the word poop. When I ask about poop she smiles. So weird! I think she inherited that part from D.
A clean baby equals a happy family. Anyways a glass of wine was definitely in order after these traumatic events! I am in a much happier place then 6pm =) I love Miss Stella K and I love love love parenthood!
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