I had a specific request for a blog, which doesn't happen normally, to blog about Kate's wonderful first time to hideaway pizza. All I can say is Poop. Poop EVERYWHERE! So for all of you parents out there you know that when your child is first born they poop. for the non parents... they poop. A lot. Kate in particular had really disgusting breast fed baby poop (i'll spare you the details). So you can see where this story is going.
It was a lovely afternoon. Kate was about 4 weeks old and my mom and I had decided to have lunch at hideaway that day. Hideaway is not far from my good friend Jessica's work so I give her a shout to see if she want's to come and meet us for lunch. She agreed and we all met at lunchtime. I had started bringing Kate into public when she was about a week old. She was always sleeping and we never had a problem bringing her anywhere so I didn't think too much about bringing her out. I always feel prepared when we go out for any situation because I have an amazing diaper bag that is stuffed full with all the stuff I could ever need. We have our diapers, wipes, burp rags, bottles, milk, and secondary outfits if needed all in this awesome back pack. I am absolutely prepared for any situation that would occur right? Wrong.
By this time in Kate's life she had developed a habit to where she was only pooping once a day or so. you always hear before you child is born that you need to watch out for the "blowouts", but you also think, nooo not my precious baby girl, she is to pretty to poop like that. well that was a freaking fantasy that I made up in my head because guess what? It happened. It happened right there in the middle of Hideaway.
My mom was holding her and she made her face like she was about to make a mess. and sure enough she did. all over. all over the table, all over my mom, all over her clothes, all over the floor, all over. Jessica is a weak stomach and just about puked all over the table. she couldn't get out of there fast enough. I think she realized how embarrassed I was because she felt bad that she gagged. I don't blame her at all, it was gross. let alone did Jess have to witness this mess but our waiter was standing RIGHT THERE! He totally witnessed the whole event and didn't even say a word. I commend him for keeping a straight face in front of me. I think if he would have said something I might have cried. I was trying to be as discrete about the situation as possible but that is kind of impossible when there is shit flinging across the table and onto the floor. gross.
I am mortified.
So my mom and I flee into action and wrap kate up in a burp cloth we had, clean up the table, luckily I carry lysol wipes and could disinfect everything. okay maybe i'm over exaggerating and it didn't really get on the table, but it did for sure get on the floor. We go to the bathroom and everything just got worse. She got poop on every part of her. I don't even know how that was possible, but it was. I have to strip her down, give her a makeshift sponge bath right there in the hideaway bathroom, and change her diaper and her clothes. It was a huge task. I am still bright red with embarrassment, she has no more diapers so she better not go again, and she was out of our travel outfits that are clean. I was not prepared.
I don't think i will ever be allowed back in hideaway nor do I really want to show my face there but I am just glad I survived the day.
So Jess, this ones for you.
That's the life of Kate's mom
-K
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