Tonight was full of adventure. I took care of JT while Aya did some errands. I was able to feed JT from the bottle for the first time. That was the good news. The bad news was that I did not put on JT's diaper correctly. Incorrect diaper equals sagging low-rider diaper which equals poop that shoots out the back. Just what I needed more laundry.
Sadly that was not the end of my night. My night can be summed up in two words. Projectile Vomit. Yup. The little kid was fussy so I was carrying him for 20 minutes. I checked the diaper. He was fed. I burped him. So why was he fussy? Well, he must have ate to much and was full.
As I carried him in my arms I looked down to see vomit shoot from his nose and mouth. Normally is dribbles out the side or down his nose and mouth. Nope, tonight was different. I just saw white stuff fly out.
Where did it go I wondered? JT doesn't have any vomit on him. I saw stuff come out. I see some residue on his nose and mouth. Umm, why is my shirt wet? Yup. JT shot out vomit about 12-14 inches.
Let me fill you in on some little known facts that I didn't know about vommited breast milk:
It is actually sticking.
There are little chunks of it.
It isn't solid like cheesecake but it sorta looks like cheesecake left out too long.
It sorta smells.
I was evaulting the 12 day score card and it looks something like this:
Miles = projectile barfed on, spit up on and peed on.
Aya = zero.
The Porsche never treated me this bad. How come JT couldn't barf of Carlynn? Now that would have been funny!
3 comments:
Hi Miles - Enjoying your newdaddy blogging! I never experienced that projectile vomiting-- but I think i have to amend your score card. Instead of Aya = zero, it should probably say Aya=childbirth=100. ok, carry on with the great work... it gets easier!!! really, truly!
oh goodie! i'm so happy to hear that you got the exploding diaper. just wait until you get a real exploding diaper when JT's on solids! those are great. That when you get crap on the BACK of your t-shirt for no foreseeable reason.
By the way, that was the last time I'd ever changed a diaper. I never have the need to do one again. (Read between the lines - this means that if i'm watching JT, you'd better come back before he soils his diaper).
On a high note, at least he's never peed in your mouth at the doctors office like my nephew did to my sister in law...
Count on more blowouts in the future, especially when he gets within 2 lbs of the diaper weight limit! Hold him kind of funny and feel the wetness on your arm, not in the diaper.
Watch out for projectile poop during diaper changes!
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