I dry heave all day every day. I can’t help it. It’s diaper duty that does it to me.
I’m actually dry heaving right now just thinking about the priceless little package waiting for me in the morning. Let’s just say I gave both my boys blueberries for dinner. Here’s a little piece of trivia for you: blueberries turn a baby’s bowel movement black. It’s not a pleasant sight or smell.
I’ve always had a weak stomach, just ask my mother-in-law. I barely knew the woman before I puked all over her. My husband decided she and I should get to know each other better so he suggested a girls’ day out. I drove us two hours to the biggest and best mall in the state with my stomach churning with nerves the entire ride. We no sooner stepped foot in the shopping center when I literally blew chunks. I was just as surprised as she was when it happened. When she thought round two was headed her way, she grabbed my head and pushed it into a potted plant – I spewed. We walked toward the closest store when I spotted a drinking fountain – I overflowed it. She ended up driving me home while listening to me puke in my purse for two hours.
Changing diaper after diaper, day after day is not much better for my belly. I really forced myself to keep it down the other day after I found my 14 month old smearing his own excrement over everything he owned. He was thrilled with the pliable poop. I was mortified. Let’s just say that I dry heaved a lot that day.
The final diaper duty of the day happens just before I go to bed – that’s when I wake my two year old toddler and change him one last time. Since the summer heat has hit, he drinks lots of liquids – liquids his diaper just can’t hold an entire night. This diaper duty is different. I don’t mind it, in fact, I love it. My little boy is so sleepy and snugly that it doesn’t matter what’s in his diaper. When he realizes it’s me, he holds me tight, rests his head on my shoulder and whispers he loves me. It’s so special. It’s so amazing. It’s so worth every dry heave I’ll ever have.
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Tags: blueberries, diaper duty, dry heave, toddler, trivia
I’m so sorry about the dry heaving. I don’t remember having that much trouble with poopy diapers, but maybe I did. I suppose you have tried breathing through your mouth while changing the diapers. Sometimes that helps. Sounds like the baby is pulling his older brother’s tricks with spearing poop all around. Guess you’ll have to go to zip up jammies for him too. Oh the joys of motherhood
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