Well, for all you ladies who are thinking I am going to be writing about the newest and greatest blow dry for your hair, sorry to disappoint. My kids are older but I can still remember what it was like having a new born. You spend hours getting them fed, cleaned and dressed for an outing to the pediatrician or the market. At this point you look like a hag and realize, “oh shoot, I need to brush my teeth and put on some decent clothes before we go.” You do a mad dash rush to get ready before your baby starts to get hungry or needs to nap in their crib. You only have a short opportunity to leave the house and get back before you start the whole process over again. Just as you pick up the car seat carrier to put the baby in the car, you hear a funny sound and then a weird smell. You look down and realize your baby has just had a “blow-out”. Everything from their chest down is covered in watery poop. Nineteen years ago I had no idea where to start. How do I clean this up? Do you hose the baby down? Do you throw everything away? With each occurrence my methods improved and I eventually developed a great clean up system. I was comforted by the knowledge that once my babies were out of diapers the poop clean-up phase in my life would end.
One should never make assumptions about anything. Clearly I had no idea that I would be changing diapers for thirteen years and possibly for the rest of my life. Assuming the poop stage would pass was only a pipe dream. Many children with special needs never outgrow wearing a diaper, as is the case with TT. I have no problems changing her diaper but not everything always stays where it is supposed when she runs, jumps and throws her body across the bed. As result, I am always on poop patrol. I am telling you about this unpleasant experience because I spent the whole weekend cleaning up you know what. Once TT gets a sinus infection the doctor always prescribes Augmentin. I just cringe when he says there isn’t another antibiotic that will work as effectively. Believe me this is probably the 20th time she has taken Augmentin through the years and every time it is the same scenario. Poop, poop and more poop. I follow her around like a hawk because if I don’t I may end up stepping in something unpleasant. I have a few tricks up my sleeve, like Immodium. Wish me luck that it starts to work soon or it may be very long week at the Goff’s
