Sorry, no pictures...

Cuddling your crying infant in bed at 6:30 in the morning comes with such a mix of feelings and thoughts.
First, you are happy to be close when he is distressed.
Second, you think it would have been a good idea for infants to come with a volume knob so as to let poor sleeping husbands snag that last half hour of shut eye before getting ready for work.
Third, you are sure he isn't hungry and so it must be an upset tummy which makes you sad because you know what a belly that hurts so bad you want to scream feels like. You are hoping that he is working it out and the distress will pass.
Of course, then it does pass and you are now the one in distress while your infant becomes completely silent feeling much better immediately. And you must wake the sleeping husband by saying, "Help! Help! I need help!" Upon waking, said husband begins to chuckle and looks around for a way to help. He finds a burp cloth and, still giggling, begins wiping the poo off of your breast, stomach and leg.
But at least you get a shower out of the deal... :)

Comments

Cindy said…
Gross! At least he's cute on the other end though.
Theotherjew said…
Yeah, that is the part you forget over time. Nice that you reminded me of it. Like the time a certain male family member threw up all over me while I was seated in a nice restaurant in downtown P-A-P. I forgot about it. until just now...
JoannaP said…
The joys of motherhood. :)
You've earned your poo leakage stripes already. Congrats!
Mom B said…
Reminds me of the time that John decided that my nice new dress need some accessories that only he could provide... but he felt much better after he gave my dress a new look... that only new mothers could appreciate...
Sharon Lynn Now said…
Oh Emerson - I just wanted to tell you that I miss you - and love you - your crazy Aunt Sharon :)

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