There are moments when you’re a mom. Some moments are pinch-me-am-I-dreaming moments of sitting in the sun with a sweet-smelling infant, breathing in lilac blossoms. Ahh.
And then there are the other moments.
We’ve had several of those in the last 18 hours:
— In the middle of changing Jameson yesterday afternoon, Ryan called. Determined to devote as much attention as possible to our conversation, I paid only enough attention to my bare-bottomed baby to ensure that he didn’t fall off of my bed (where I was changing him.) You can guess what happened. I hung up the phone to find a nice big wet spot on my quilt — and blanket, sheets, etc. To make this a true “moment,” I realized we were late for an appointment, hastily pulled the sheets back to dry, and ran out the door.
— On the way home last night, Jameson, overtired, cried himself silly and threw up several times all over his carseat. I carried my puke-covered angel inside and washed him up, and then quickly settled into our bedtime routine — only to realize my sheets were still damp.What are you going to do? It’s late, your baby needs to be held, and all of your sheets are already packed in boxes, anyway.
— This morning I carried the carseat inside, and armed with a screw driver and a few hints from Brietta, began the process of removing the well-soiled carseat cover. Jameson played happily the whole time I worked, for which I was thankful. The cover was frustrating enough on its own. I don’t think I could have coped if a crying baby grabbing at my ankles had been added to the mix.
— Cover in the wash, I pick up my baby only to realize he’s had a diaper explosion — all over his stomach (sorry for any grossness…), and in all of his excited squirming around, has left a trail on my linoleum.
— Bathe the baby thoroughly, plop him in the pac’n’play, and mop as fast as I can, because now he’s crying. Sit down with a relieved sigh to nurse him, only to realize that I have to be somewhere in 30 minutes, and although I’ve access to my sister’s carseat, I have no way of getting it from her. Buckle Jameson in the back seat for the quick trip over? I don’t think so… And just as I can feel my brain start to smoke, I look down and realize I have yellow poop stains all over my shirt.
[laugh or cry?… don’t worry. so far i’m still laughing.]