It happened.
DC slept through the night last night. HC and I got up and were almost done getting ready for work when she woke up. So he started warming her bottle while I changed her diaper and got her dressed for the day. He kissed us goodbye and left for work, while I settled in with the bottle to give her breakfast. She sucked down that bottle, even burping good part-way through. It was a normal, pleasant morning.
When she finished the bottle, I set it on the side table and said “Let’s do some burping….”
And that’s when it happened…
Fountain of Baby.
No no no no!!!
I tried to wipe it up, but I could feel the warm ick spreading on my legs!
No no no no!!!
She looked at me quite calmly, in her sopping wet bib and onesie. I don’t even want to tell you where I was feeling formula soaking through.
I broke down and hobbled over to the phone. “MOM….I need help….”
Sigh. Of course I had this plan to save money and only buy two pairs of work slacks to tide me over until I loose this weight. My other pair was wet, hanging on the drying rack. So I had to break down and toss those in the dryer. After GrandmaCat got here, she cleaned up the chair and floor while I cleaned up DC and myself.
And we STILL managed to get out the door only a few minutes late, and get me to work…
I’ve been laughing about this all day. Because really, what else can you do? Well, except stop at Kohl’s on the way home from work and pick up another pair of slacks, “just in case”.
Ahh, the beloved fountain of baby. As unpleasant as it can be it is still better than volcanic diapers. I hope you never have to witness that path of destruction.
LOL, oh Cat glad it all worked out! Does your mom live close to you? It was great she was able to come over and help you get it all sorted out.
The first time AJ did that to me, I was feeding him in our bed, and then he did the same thing, burped and then turned into the demon child spewing milk everywhere. It scared him, which then scared me and I walked out of the room, both of us drenched and crying with my husband coming out of the bathroom with a WTF look on his face.
Goes to show you how things change. Last night he did the same thing to me, this time though I calmly woke my husband to clean the mess on the sofa, clean myself and AJ up, and got him to go back to sleep.
I guess situations which fall in the “freak-out” category change as you gain more expereince
Kelley – I seem to remember visiting you once when The Boy had a volcanic diaper. I remember it going up the back of the little overalls you had him in. Actually, I also think you were showing me pictures of him that you’d cut into circles to put into a scrapbook. Weird.
Bre – Yes, my parents live about a half mile away. Since my mom wasn’t working when we found out DC was on the way, she offered to watch her. My dad is home in the mornings, so he’s helping out too. It really is a great opportunity for DC. Some of my fondest childhood memories are times spent just hanging out with my grandparents.