"It’s baby poop!"
This response to my husband’s ‘What’s that on your shirt’ question sent his jaw straight to the floor. ‘She just pooped on you?!’ he cried in horror. Her diaper leaked, I nonchalantly responded as I opened the fridge to grab a snack. If I had told him that the stain he was referring to was not even fresh and that I actually couldn’t remember at what point during the day I had been pooped on, he would have collapsed. The man gags when the baby drools on him. DROOL! After being pooped on, peed on and spat up on almost every day for the past 3 months, DROOL would be a treat.
Twelve months ago, if you had told me that I would maintain my composure and even crack a smile while wiping spit up off my shoulder, I would have written you off as a nut. Little did I know – Motherhood. Changes. Everything. My gag reflex must have disappeared right around the time I was spreading my legs and baring down in that delivery room. Goodness knows, THAT wasn’t pretty. Either way, now, there’s no limit to what I’ll do for this baby.
This is a type of love that I’ve never experienced before. Seriously, as much as I adore my husband, I’m hard pressed to think of a scenario where I’d pick a booger out of his nose with as much enthusiasm as I’ve had while doing the same thing for my baby girl. I’m not sure where I’ll draw the line with such acts of love but right now, staring into her helpless 3 month old eyes, I can’t imagine what that limit would be.
Now, don’t make me look bad because I know I’m not the only one out there…what’s the grossest thing you’ve ever done for your kid?
Shiko is a reluctant housewife and rookie mom, blogging about her escapades in the domestic arena. For more of her adventures, visit The Green Calabash blog.
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