With no internet at home, I have not been posting much because writing from my phone can get frustrating. Not only time consuming, but an editing nightmare. No longer. I will now post messes. As long as you can get the idea, I will publish it.
Tonight we had our first diaper mess. She had been eating poorly all day. So fussy. I was crying and giving up on the boob. Sean’s patience were low. Joss just cried. We handed her back and forth and shut our worries behind the door.
Finally, I heard laugh, then gag, then swear, then puke. Poor thing went through 3 diapers while Sean tried to keep up. He doesn’t get that waiting can be the best choice. So he would be middle wipe, and then have a crappy hand. Spray shits. I left him to fend for himself, since when I needed him I had caught him outside smoking (his quit day was last Saturday).
After that, she was so calm, she ended up eating a ton… Then, she puked it all up. Silly me, had no burp cloth at the moment. Apparently, sean does not find baby hurl running down my newly enhanced cleavage sexy. He gagged again.
I cleaned joss and me up, burped her again, puke free. Three hours later, the two of them are passed out and I am still wearing my pukey shirt.