Living in fear...

I imagine it is typical for a new parent to feel fear for or about their child. This past week we have been feeling a whole different sort of fear, fear of our child. Now don’t worry she has not started spinning her head around 360 degrees (although she does occasionally spit-up like the exorcist kid) or breathing fire or anything like that. No this fear is likely a normal fear that parents have of their two-something-month old… it is a fear of the almighty, sure to be overwhelming, poo. This fear sets in round about day two of what I like to think of as the do-do-diaper drought. Maybe it is not so much a fear but an expectation, like the expectation you would feel if you were the sad fool sitting on the seat in a dunk tank. You know eventually some sharp shot is going to nail that little target and then you will be drenched. Well in this case the drenching substance is not water but baby poo.

As the days passed we got evermore fearful of what exactly this massive poo would entail. I stopped wearing my nicest clothes while holding little Evie on my lap, knowing that Murphy’s law must have something to say about the inevitability of a baby pooping on you when you have your dry-clean only skirt on. Every day when I came home from work my first question to Monique was… “So has she pooed?” Day after day the sad response was no, not yet. Every little fart was met with anticipation, would the goods follow? Unfortunately through all of this stress Genevieve was a victim too. She did not want to unload the mother load on anyone… she just wanted to be free of her burden as well. Finally after a more or less five day drought the wait was over and I am happy to say no one got hurt (well no one except for the bouncy chair she sits in).

Now apparently it is totally normal for little babies to go days sans poo. So we reset the clock and now are on the watch again… you just never know when you’ll get “hit” Ahh the joys of being a parent ☺