Lately Henry has been playing a game with us similar to Russian Roulette where the stakes are just as high. Chris and I call it “Poo Bomb” (I apologize ahead of time if some find this post offensive). When Henry was younger, he’d pretty much poo all the time but they were small manageable things. Now that he’s older and digesting the breastmilk a bit better, he has basically one giant poop a day and it’s a doozy. We never know when the poo bomb is going to go off. I always pray it will be when Chris is home in the evening since he does diaper duty then and Chris hopes it’s during the night or day. They say breastfed babies make less offensive poops but man, when this thing goes off, it’s a hell of a lot of cleaning involving a haz mat team, several wet wipes, most likely a diaper cover change and followed by severe hand scrubbing under scalding hot water. The tricky part is containing it to the diaper area which is difficult when you have a squirmy baby who keeps wanting to dip his feet in it all the while looking at you with a grin on his face like “yeah that’s right, I own you!”
who me?
gotta love baby poo… and breastfed poop is alarmingly less smelly, so i guess following the above routine with an even smellier diaper would be much worse š my favourite was lewis’ poo bombs, where he would poop, i would go to change him, then he would proceed to fire a poop explosion ALL OVER ME as soon as i had that diaper off… i soon learned to give him another 5-10 after that first wave, to make sure i was wearing it a lot less often š
Haven’t been pooed on yet but I anticipate it any day now.
also, HE IS SO CUTE!!!! changing so fast, growing into that sweet little face š
I can say I lived through one of Henry’s poop bomb, and can attest that he is amazingly fast at getting his feet covered in the gooey stuff. How such a little baby can produce so much p… is beyond me. Luckily he is just so cute, you don’t mind.