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Andrew went to sleep for his morning nap while I tried to get some work done. I was busy returning an email when I heard Andrew start to stir. "Normally," Andrew will keep himself entertained for about 20 minutes or so when he wakes up by cruising around his crib, talking to himself, playing with the images on his crib sheet, trying to untie the crib bumper ties. In a nutshell: he keeps himself BUSY!! "NORMALLY!"
Today, however, was a very different kind of busy! Andrew was talking and I could hear him moving about so I decided to check on him to see that all was okay. I peeked through the crack and words cannot even begin to describe the terror I am about to attempt to describe! IT WAS EVERYWHERE!! Like a bloody, horrific scene from a movie but instead of blood, there was poop everywhere! I barged in and screamed "OH NO!!" First mistake!! My outburst completely terrified Andrew! So now, amongst the poop being all over the wall, crib wooden panels, bumpers, crib sheet, carpet, and uh, all over my son (gross I know...sorry for the visual but you had been warned!), I now had a screaming little guy! I was mortified!
There was poop everywhere...where do I even begin?? My first plan of attack, take Andrew straight to the tub! I felt awful, my little guy was so upset after playing so contently and big, bad, mean ole' mommy ruined his party! I finally got Andrew clean, which took several scrubs because just when I thought I got it all, I would find more! And the smell, well, I think it was burned in my nostrils!
So Andrew was clean and happy again and now that that obstacle had been overcome, it was time to deep clean and attack the nursery! My first look at the nursery in my initial state of panic was not as bad as the closer look. I had to take everything apart, from the crib to removing it all from the nursery. Fortunately, almost everything went into the washing machine. But I had to take most of the furniture out to clean the carpeting. Andrew enjoyed "organizing his pajama drawer" while I cleaned away. He emptied it, put them away, emptied it, put them away! Whatever, it kept the kid busy so I was happy!
By noon, the room was sterilized and deep cleaned! The bedding was in the dryer and I was pooped...no pun intended! And to think, my work day had not even begun. Thankfully, the day was quiet and my students were busy preparing for a test so my email and phone were quiet! THANK YOU LORD!!
Of course, at the time, I was devastated. Surely, no one else had ever experienced this with their kiddos! Surely, I was the only one that had ever dealt with such a disgusting experience. I called all my mommy friends, just to vent, and I was surprised to hear that this is quite common. As sick as it is, I was relieved to hear that I was not alone! And of course, all my mommy friends ( and non mommy friends too) found great humor in my "Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day!" Looking back, I see the humor in it too but man, I would not be sad if I don't EVER have to go through that again!
Thank you Andrew for making another first for your mommy! I just want to know what Daddy did to put you up to this! Kind of a coincidence, this all happens on the first day that Daddy goes back to work...just sayin'!
