When you’re pregnant, people joke about how your life will be filled with lots of baby poop. But as a person ignorant to being a parent up to that point, you think they’re kidding.
We definitely had our share of poop explosions. Often at the worst possible time and almost always in one of the cuter outfits he owns.
But a couple of weeks ago was just oh so special.
My little guy has check-ups with a kidney specialist every six months for a mild case of hydronephrosis (it’s less scary than the name sounds). Not a big deal, I promise.
It consists of an ultrasound, urine analysis, and a quick check in with the doctor.
The ultrasound takes approximately the same amount of time as 4 rounds of baby shark, in case you were wondering.
We then go through the waiting room gauntlet until a nurse comes to attach the urine bag. He’s not particularly fond of the tables one lays on in the doctor’s office, but two more rounds of baby shark made it ok.
After the bag was in place, I had that child drinking liquids like nobody’s business. We were going to get a urine sample come hell or high water.
Until he pooped. I knew he did it. In a small room like that, and at his age, it’s not hard to know exactly when it happens.
But the issue came when it was time to change his diaper and check the urine bag. It was not a “clean” poop is the best way I can describe it without getting into super detail.
Henry already hated laying on the table. So he was twisting even before I opened the diaper.
Poop in every crevice. Poop covering the urine bag. Poop on Henry’s hand after he grabbed at it, spilling it’s contents in the process. He kicked and wriggled until he had flipped over, spreading the poop issue to his stomach.We flipped him over again (spreading it further up his back), this time met with kicks. His socks getting into the poop that had found its way onto the table. Poop started to be kicked into the air. POOP FLYING THROUGH THE AIR.
I continued to furiously pull baby wipes and just trying to clean up as much as possible when some landed on my cheek. The wipes eventually ran out, which is when the doctor called into the hallway for back up.
Henry wiped his poopy hand in his hair and on his face. He tried to grab for me and screamed even harder when I wouldn’t let him (oh did I not already mention he was screaming this whole time?). Finally, we were able to get my naked, poop covered child to calm down and stand on the floor as I wiped him from head to toe in wet paper towels.
It all lasted about 10 minutes from start to finish. The doctor plainly said it was one of the worst diaper changing incidents he had witness in quite some time.
We excel at making our doctor’s appointments memorable.
So to all the new parents out there, when you think it’s gross when you get poop on your hand for the first time, or under your fingernails, just you wait.
The worst is yet to come
And as a tip, if the option for both parents to be present at a doctor’s appointment is available, always take it.