Hubs and I are sitting on couch relaxing after we had dinner. I just finished feeding Sophia her 10pm bottle and have her in my arms to lull her to sleep for the night. She started to fuss and I figured it was gas. Then I hear and feel the rip of farts she is so gladly letting out. I am thinking, "oh good, she is farting which means she is getting the gas out." I am actually telling her good job for farting! One thing I didn't have to worry about was a gassy belly during bedtime. Mind you, she is already changed in a fresh diaper and fresh pj's. She continues to let out some farts and then I smell it. It being poop. Of course Sophia would poop in a fresh diaper, she DOES THIS ALL THE TIME. But I am glad she pooped while still awake and not when I put her down. I get up and go to change her and I see it... poop on the back of her pj. I tell the hubs "crap, she has another blow out!" I tell hubs to hold her so I can try to take off her pj instead of laying her down on her back. I start to unbutton and roll it down then I realize that there is a LOT of poop. Like way too much poop for a little baby to even produce. Hubs and I are looking at each other and I am trying to think of how to clean all of this poop up. I tell him it's so much poop. He then suggests to spray her down in the sink. So we move over to the sink, take off the pj which has a mound of poop in it and take her diaper off. She is now crying kicking her legs all over the place while the hubs is holding her over the sink. I take the sprayer and start to hose her down and THE POOP DOES NOT COME OFF. I'm laughing at this point because what else is there to do? So then I run to get wipes so I can try to wipe it off over the sink. Mind you, she is screaming bloody murder. After about a gazillion wipes, fresh diaper and fresh pj's.... Sophia goes down for the count.
It was a shit show in our house. Literally.
I laugh because I know this won't be the last time we may be hosing baby girl down. Also, who would have known how comfortable I would get cleaning someone else's poop.
And that's the moment I realized I was a mom.