There's something that new parents don't really know; babies (or mother nature) ease you into poop. It starts off black and tarry but it doesn't smell so you don't think anything of it. It slowly changed colour and has a bit of a smell. By the time you're totally over poop babies switch to solid foods and HELLO! What once didn't bother you starts to bother you. What comes out of them at times is astounding.
Lynden was a pooper in his littler days. Most of his diaper shirts for the first six months of his life had yellow stains across the mid-back. I remember, clearly, him sitting in the exersaucer and making his pooping noise and Danny and I both running to him, yanking him out, and stripping him as fast as we could to avoid having poopy clothes. This wasn't a one time thing, this was a daily thing.
Thankfully Lynden has never really vomited before, some watery stuff but not chunks of anything. He's only bled once and it was traumatic for me, however, he's rocking a pretty cool scar now.
|Lynden 2 days after banging his head on |
the edge of a glass table.
He looks pretty cool rockin' the butterfly bandaid
We've also been really lucky with Alyssa; no vomit, no blood (although a few Very close calls), and as good as her plumbing is we haven't had many explosive diapers.
We were pretty lucky... until the last week.