There's a first for everything!

Right now there are firsts every day. Really! Every. Single. Day. I am actually surprised that it took almost six months for this first.

If you have a weak stomach, or if you are reading this while eating, you might want to stop reading. Now. Stop.

Micah had a dirty diaper yesterday evening. Not a first, you already know that! Since he was dirty anyways, I decided to go ahead and give him a bath. I cleaned up the diaper, held him under the running water to get his bum clean, and then bathed him. He wasn't real into it (and this is not normal for him and the bath) so I didn't keep him in there long.

Got him a towel, bundled him up and took him to his room. I dried him and got a clean diaper ready when i realized that he still had some poo in his butt! Did i seriously do that bad in the bath tub? I'm a terrible mom!

I wiped him, put on the clean diaper and put him down for a nap. I tried to redeem myself and show that I am a good mom by going back into the bathroom and cleaning right away. I went to dump the water out of his little tub and I was appalled. And then I laughed. Out loud!

He pooped in the tub!!! How did I miss that? I think I am still a bad mom for missing that! Where was I when he was doing his business? Looking back, maybe this is why he was not as excited as normal. Maybe it's why he was leaning to the side while sitting in the tub. Needed some leverage.

Niiice.

When does it end?

Micah pooped yesterday!
YAY!
Are you offended by this?
Actually, he pooped twice! How exciting?!
Once while watching Baby Einstein (of course. it had been a few days and we decided to step in.) and once while playing in a bouncy seat. Do you realize how much messier a diaper can get when it is used to capacity and then bounced in over and over and over again.
Grossed out yet? Not me. This is one of the most exciting parts of my day. Not the actual clean up process. But it is exciting knowing that this has got to be a relief for him.
Isn't it funny how some of the things we get most excited about in the life of a baby are the things that we refuse to talk about as adults! Going to the bathroom pretty much accounts for 1/3 of a baby's life, and yet, we refuse "bathroom talk" with our peers. When does it move from exciting to extinct? From something to share to something to hide?
And what about burping and farting? Baby's are gassy, but to me it is a thrill to know he is getting this gas out! Maybe not a thrill to smell it, as he does take after his dad in this area, but a thrill nonetheless.
As I sit in the "nursing mother's" room on Sundays at church we congratulate other babies when they have a good belch after a meal. "Good job" can been heard from most every other mother in that room. Until when? When does this stop. When do we start to train our kids that holding in the gas and getting a stomach ache from it is the appropriate thing to do. When am I supposed to stop getting a cheap thrill over his ridding of gas and fluids? It's the rhythm of life, right? Eat, sleep, poop, eat some more...
I can tell my baby is much more pleasant after he's had a good burp from his meal, and especially after he's had a good poo...would we be more pleasant if we were more willing to let it out when we needed to? I'm not saying I want to be smelling everybody's bodily functions everywhere I go. But maybe we need to be ok with allowing ourselves a little room to rid our body of the things that should not be rotting inside. I know a girl who says she NEVER burps or passes gas (that would be her proper way of saying fart)! Really? NEVER? How can that be? I just don't think that is healthy! I think she'd be much happier if she would let it all loose:)