

wednesday started out great... in fact i dressed charly in a really cute outfit and we had a great morning. everything went well until i got home. i walked in the door to find charly and her daddy playing with stickers, which isn't the problem, in fact i thought it was pretty cute, so i took a couple pictures right away. the problem was, that when i saw charly, i immediately noticed she was in the spare outfit i pack in her bag for daycare. now, this can only mean one thing... DIAPER BLOWOUT! i say that it can only mean one thing because i have been taking charly to daycare and she NEVER comes home with food on her clothes (which i have asked her babysitter before how she keeps her so clean, that for another story maybe)... so after seeing her and noticing that she had some tummy trauma blow out at the babysitters, my first question to her daddy was, "how did things go at daycare", and i cringed when he said "3 big nasty poops". Well, i thought to myself, thank goodness i didn't have to deal with them, and hoped tomorrow would be a better day for her little hiney.
fast forward to about 630pm and approximately 2 minutes before we put her in the bath. i mean, the bath water was already running. andrew smelled something, went to take a peak, and yelled for me to come help him. i being the hero when it comes to poop or puke in the house, told andrew i would handle it. i told him to grab a towel (which is weird because i have never done that and i had no idea what i was about to experience) and bring it into her room. i laid it down, she laid on top of it and a gush (seriously) a GUSH of poopy water comes pouring out the top as she lid down... ok, i will spare you the details, but seriously... when andrew and i have to tag team a diaper change, it is actually quite comical!
ok, now fast forward a few more hours to 1030, when i am getting cozy in bed and all of a sudden i hear "momma...momma..." along with crying sounds. normally i ignore them for a few minutes to see if she will settle back down and go back to sleep, but something told me to go immediately. i walked out of my room and into her room, where i was hit with the smell! THE SMELL!!! i didn't even have to turn the lights on, as i knew by the smell AND the wetness that i felt on my bare foot when i stood beside her crib. OH MY GOODNESS!!!! (i will spare you those details too, just know it was bad, and... yes... BEAR had a horrible night)
this is going to be a long night...
how is it, that my child can be sick... and i am talking pukey, poopy, pale faced sick, but mere hours before running around the house having a great time! i wish i saw the warning signs, i wish i knew what was coming...
i would at least take a nap to prepare myself for the long nights ahead!