As I get ready to leave for my mum's place, I smelt something foul, and familiar. Yes, she pooed. Her poo was no longer soft, watery and easy to clean. Must be the intake of solid foods. It is now more solid and sticky, a lot like an adult's. And definately more difficult to wipe off.
I put her on the changing mat and watch her finish her business before changing her diaper. Looking like she was done, I began the much detested chore. Between the two seconds of removing her soiled diaper and replacing it of a new one, she decided to let a lot more out. Yes, a lot of sticky greenish-brown crap out, on the changing mat and table. She wasn't done afterall. 'Arghhhh babyyyy~!!' it was then she gave me that 'I-am-innocent' look and smiled. I couldn't help but to smile as well. See? They are smart. They know how to get into trouble and still win you back.
I am glad that Baby R isn't one who cries during diaper changing. In fact she seldom cries. Most of the time when she cries, she cries for attention. Of course as a parent I recognise between a I-want-something cry and a I-need-something cry. And most of the time it is a I-want-something cry. But this time round, she cried quite badly, which wasn't usual. Maybe she got hungry after letting so much out? To think I was considering bathing her. No time at all! No time to even clean the area! I left the dirty mat and diaper aside and rushed to prepare milk. May the whole herd of houseflies invade the room.
It was then I remembered throwing the bottle of milk out 20 minutes ago when she refused it. Double argh! There wasn't spare expressed milk in the fridge and I want to stick to insistence of weaning latching off (will talk more about it on the next post). I had no other option but to prepare rice cereal for her. Did I mention how I hate feeding cereal? Half of what was in the bowl would be on her hands, her neck, her clothes, not to mention the chair and the floor. Well, I am sure she isn't the only one giving parents this headache. Time spent cleaning up after feeding would be longer than the feeding process itself. Plus my mum was waiting for our visit. It didn't take long to finish her cereal as she was hungry. I quickly changed her out of her cereal-stained top before putting her on the walker. I should have taken a picture of her in the stained clothes. She looked like she just came back from war, especially that it was brown rice cereal. Well, actually it WAS war, for me. Satisfied, she played in her walker alone while I cleaned the cereal mess up, BEFORE clearing the changing mat area. By that time the poo had dried up and it was more difficult to clean.
I went back to her, exhausted, to smell something all too familiar again. She pooed again. This time round, as I was in a haste when putting her clean diaper on just now, her clean clothes kena-ed. I sat on the floor, defeated. I barely had time to breathe! I only sat for 5 seconds before I got myself up. Because I didn't want the walker to get stained as well. I did not need more things to wash! Again, she gave me The Smile. She really knew how to play around with people's soft spots. It was the I-want-to-be-mad-with-her-yet-I-couldn't feeling all over again. I hate it haha.
It took me a good 30 minutes to change her out and bathe her. She loves baths so I usually let her play in it until the warm bath water turns cool. This time is no different, also to let me take a breather. By everything is done it was time for her nap, and time for me to do her laundry and clear other remaining mess around the house. Before she wakes up.
What a chaotic morning. And I believe there is more to come. Just when I finally am able to follow her daily routine, she starts solids. Routine got to change and I need to learn to adapt. As at the same time I am weaning latching off, I have more things to do each day, like expressing and storing. Some days like this, I can barely realise I have not drank a sip of water by late noon! I cannot imagine how my mum took care of me and my sister 20 years ago, with our age differences only 1 and a half years apart. Or how other mummies cope with even more than one. I salute all mummies out there. You all are great!
She is finally napping again, so let me just lie down and watch her sleep, while refuelling to get ready for the next half of the day!
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