It's less than 12 hours since Merrick has been born. He was fussing and so we checked his diaper and sure enough there was evidence of poo. So I laid him down in his hospital basinet, removed him from his "baby-burrito" wrap, and removed his diaper.
Number 1: I forgot how newborns freak out when they are undressed.
Number 2: I forgot how newborn babies kick their legs around when they are angry or when they are simply being changed. It doesn't matter how strong you are or how quick you think you are, trying to keep their legs and feet still and out of the poo is simply easier said than done.
So there I am trying to hold his legs out of the way so I can wipe away the tar poo with a cold wet wipe and suddenly he starts pushing out more of it. I catch what I can with the already used wipe, dispose of it, and grab a new one. But then out comes another stream of tar. He was screaming and I was sweating, trying hard to keep the black ooze from going all over his blankets and clothes and up his backside.
It was a nearly a disaster in mini-proportions. I don't know where all this poo was coming from but it sure did seem like all 8 pounds of him.
As J laughed from the hospital bed, I said "Welcome to parenthood....again!"
