Ok well we are current at the end of Day 6 with our new little boys and I must say that being a daddy sofar rocks 99% of the time.  You are about to hear about the other 1% of the time. you have been forwarned.

 

Last night had a rather interesting time from about 1 AM till 3 AM.  I will set the picture here.

 

Carolyn is over tired because she is still trying to do to much after laboring for 40 hours and going through the C-section.  So she was TIRED.  Trying to take care of her I told her to go to sleep and I had the boys thill the next feeding.  I got much more then I bargained for in this deal.

 

This story needs to begin with a bit of background before it can really get going. 

We had our first pediatrition appointment yesterday and we had spoken to her about the fact the Cooper was not progressing to the once a day bowel movement at all infact it had been over a day and he still had the black tar like meconium poop instead of moving onto the momma's milk poop. 

 

Well Cooper went from the anti-pooper to the super-pooper during this time.

 

I was swinging Brady to get him to calm down adn try to sleep without being held. I finally got him quited down so i went to put him the crib.  As i reached over the crib side rail the wall of stench hit me.  i was sideswiped and almost lost mu dinner right there. Full gag reflex but i kept it down.

Well I set Brady down and amazingly he did not start crying. i think he must have know that his brother just played an evil joke on his dad and jsut wanted to watch the mayhem unfold.

I began to unswadle Cooper and pulling back the frist of three blankets I already see the bleed through of the poop. The black tar poop is no more we have rich brown runny poop here. It got past the first diaper soaked the nightware, blanket one, blanket two and was jsut contained by blanket three. 

WOW how does a 7 lb baby make this much poop. Well I spent then next 10-15 minutes cleaning up Cooper the SUPPER-POOPER.  I basically had to give him a bath from the belly button down.  I then got new outfit and blankets out and swaddled him again. Put him back in the crib.

 

i figured that was teh end of that. oh man did that stink but I made it through.  Oh i was SOOOOOO wrong.  As soon as I put cooper down his brother Brady started fussing so I picked him back up. 15 inutes of calming and I just about have Brady calm enough to set down to sleep again when Cooper jsut start walling. Which Cooper doesn't usually cry all that much.  I picked him up and was tryign to figure out what was wrong. Only an hour from when he last ate and he jsut had a giaantic poop so that coudl not be it.  Well i started to rock him to try and sooth him but it wasn't working. I went to swing him in a different position and that is when I got hit with an even worse stench then before.  it was like gettin my clocked cleaned with an unseen right hook from Mike Tyson. I mean wow that was fowl.  Once again I barely held back throwing up. I swear i tasted a bti fo throw up. Yuk.

 

So i took Cooper back the changing table and this time I was ready with more wash clothes damp and ready to clean.  Or so I thought.  I pulled back the first blanket. So far so good.  Set that at teh end fo the changing table. Pull back the second blanket. All good also. Put it at the end of the table.  Pulle dup the night sack and there is poop coming out both leg holes of the diapers. And WOW it stinks to hi heaven.  I pull the diaper off and begin the task of cleaning.  Wipe Wipe Wipe, Clean But, Back, Family Jewels, Left leg,  right Leg, Lower belly. Grab the new Diaper and lift Cooper to put the Diaper on and then...........

Holy Blowout Batman!!!! Cooper let me have it. His butt erupted with a noxious fume and poop moving at a very high rate of speed.  The new Diaper was no match it blew by it and hit Hoss' hand and arm, the blankets at the end of the changing table, a few diapers sittig on the side fo the changing table and all over the changed table pad.  This one was even worse I did a few dry heaves thinking I am a goner.  but was able to compose myself.  I spent the next 30 mintes cleaning up the Cooper Pooper mess again!

 

Whew all done. Set Cooper down and as soon as he hti the bed I heard him let loose again followed by the smell eminating. Really you have got to be kidding me. Ok so I picked him up ran to the kitchen to grab paper towels because at this point I have no more washclothes to clean this boy up with.  No more blankets to swadle him in because he has now been able to dirty 8 diapers, 8 blankets all the washclothes we have, 2 changing table pads in under two hours.

 

Now I just put Cooper on the table to be changed again adn his borther starts wailing. So now i have Cooper ont he table for the forth times he is crying adn now his borther is crying. This is about the time that Carolyn wake up and sticks her head in and says how are you doing.

I laughed and said "I am fine but I know you got the better shift this night".

 

Just thought I would share the 1% bad part send I often just share my pure joy.  But i would have to say during all of this I was laughing my but off because I could not believe a little 7 pound baby could produce so much fecal matter. That was simply an amazing feat.  Impressing me already little Cooper.

 

Till later.  ---Hoss