I got some sleep! My DH kindly took the whole night shift and finally, I managed some sleep. Where would I be without DH! Just wonderful... :)
Little E doesn't B.O everyday. Yep, B.O means poo. I like to call it B.O.
It's normal for babies to B.O once a day or even once every two days. Fortunately for us, Little E does his once every two days. That means less soiled nappies to change.
But it also means MASSIVE shit nappies!
Yeah, I can't believe I'm actually talking about my kid's shit. But what other way to release the tension of the smell of the buildup of gas in my nasal passages...
How does it all happen?
First, we feed him. Then, we cradle him and settle him. It goes something like this:
Me: Oooh look, he's falling asleep! Phew...wait...wait...his eyes are half opening now...
Brrkkk...! brrkkk!!
I feel vibrations, gently, quietly he does it.
A strong stench slowly takes the place of oxygen in the room.
DH: Euw yuck!! Was that him? Me: Duh of course it was...who do you think it is, me? DH: Oh man, you got a stinker there!! Me: Help me! Quick!
So we place him on his change station (btw, a change station is a MUST HAVE for new babies. It's a a Godsend!) and proceed to open up the little bundle of mess.
The stench gets stronger as each layer of his clothing is unwrapped...
DH: Pwhooohh! Yuck! What did you do to him!! Me: Yuckss euww...nothing...he did it himself la!
It's 2a.m.
Me: Quick! quick! Get me a plastic bag and a bin! Oh my goodness! (Sorry bub, I couldn't help but burst out into laughter at this point)
I unwrap his nappy to be greeted by sticky, slimy, green B.O. And oh MY GOODNESS the smell. If anyone ever wondered what baby shit smelt like, it's just like yours. No different.
So I remove his nappy with the intentions of changing it ASAP. But this boy had other intentions.
With his tiny butt exposed to cold air, the B.O kept comin'. Yep, it sure did. Lots more liquidy, sticky, smelly poo oozing out of the LFM.
Me: Help!! EEEKK!!
The rest is up to your imagination. The room had to be aired, the change table disinfected, and the rubbish thrown out immediately.
Poohhh...now breathe in...breathe out...
Just to end this entry on a not so shitty note...
I couldn't help but burst into laughter when relatives came over and said,
"I want to rub egg on your baby"
I laughed till I cried, I have never ever, heard something so funny and random. Apparently it is good to dispel wind in the baby.
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