ravencallscrows | Oct. 25th, 2003

OK, i'm going to break one of my own unwritten rules here and get scatalogical for a moment.

I remember back to when my sister was a baby (she's seven years younger than i am), and i've never seen this much poop come out of a child at one time.

Just finished giving nicholas an emergency bath, necessitated by this event. We were sitting at the computer when he let go. By the time we got to the bedroom (me thinking that it was just an ordinary poopy diaper, silly person), it had spread. Not realizing this, i put him down on the bed to grab changing supplies. Big mistake. Grabbed the wipes on the other side of the bed, a clean diaper and cover, and started to pull his jammies off of him when i realized that there was poop on them. Investigating a bit closer, it was up his back to his neck- and solid across his entire back.

Picked up the baby, removed the foetid pjs, only to notice that he'd leaked through diaper, cover and jammies onto the bed sheet. Got the bath down one-handed and turned on the water, all to the accompaniment of screaming child. Finally got him cleaned off and all the various bits of clothing rinsed out, cleaned out the bath, got him dried and redressed. I'm not quite sure how i'd have managed at all without alexander around- he ran to get a clean washcloth when the first one- used primarily for removing the layer of poo from nicholas' back- became unsuitable for use further.

Just further proof that Darwin was wrong. There has to be some Higher Power involved with the human race, and it has a sick and twisted sense of humour. Otherwise parents would have evolved at least a third arm by now, simply for use in situations where one has a wet, wiggly baby at hand and no less than two other things which need immediate attention.

On the bright side, everyone survived, and my old Russian automatic watch is still working, despite getting pretty thoroughly drenched. Guess it came out of the plant in Sankt Petersburg after the day of defistny goods. ;-)