The Accident

WARNING: This post contains graphic content. If you have a weak stomach for the sake of your computer keyboard please stop reading.

Cooper is a GREAT baby! 

Really he is. 

That's why sometimes when other moms of new babies talk about some of the things they're struggling with I have a hard time relating. 

I am by no means trying to brag because I have this feeling I've gotten off pretty easy with Cooper and my next one (not that there will be a next one for awhile) will be a lot more trouble. 

So when I hear about these nasty blow out diapers some moms have to deal with I've always counted myself really lucky with Cooper.....until last week.

*At this point if you're not a mom or someone who can handle a little potty talk you should stop reading now. Don't worry. I won't judge you. To be honest I found this all a little TMI before I became a mom*

It all started a few days ago. Cooper's on solid foods and so I've noticed him having some "trouble" filling his diaper lately.

Each day that went past one part of me breathed a sigh of relief that I didn't have a poopy diaper to change....

And the other part dreaded when it would happen knowing it would be just that much worse.

Well Friday morning rolled around and after waiting 3 days I knew this was going to be bad.

Cooper woke up that morning and I knew today was the day.

He got real quiet.

He clenched his fists and concentrated really hard.

His face got VERY red.

With his stalky build I would say he was nothing short of a mini red Incredible Hulk.

Luckily for me Matt was still home!! And after a little begging he agreed to change the diaper if I made him breakfast. 

As I'm scrambling the eggs Matt comes back with Cooper....too quickly. Then he said it really wasn't that bad and I knew it was not going to be a good day.

Later that morning the Incredible Hulk appeared again.

I fearfully put him on the change table and expected the worst. 

It wasn't bad at all! After giving myself a quick pat on the back for having such a great kid I threw his diaper in the garbage and grabbed another one from on top the dresser. 

Boy was I in for a surprise.

In that 3.45 seconds this was what I had welcoming me....

I was almost glad I hadn't gotten the diaper on him because that was definitely not all and there is no way it would have all stayed in there. 

After that mess I feel like a deserve a plaque saying "Welcome to Motherhood".

But even if it's filled with more days like that I'm glad I've arrived and think I'll stay awhile.....