Swaddle Debacle and Poop

Baby A is on a roll! Literally, because he can now roll from him back to his tummy. As proud as we are of him, it meant some big changes for us. Mainly that we can no longer swaddle the little man for sleep. Otherwise the little  caterpillar will roll onto his tummy and no be able to use his hands. Which makes him cry. Not like him rolling and having full use of his hands doesn’t make him cry as well. So we have been getting less sleep at night because he is struggling to learn how to sleep while having the ability hit use his hands to hit himself in the face or pull his binky out. Traitor hands! He’s also gotten persnickety about sleeping by himself for naps, meaning he wants to be held again (we have reverted to him infant days). So began letting him Cry It Out. Wed start with 3 min, then 5, then 7, then 10. Going back at each interval if he was still crying to put the binky in and try and calm him down. Hed calm down when he saw either of us, but then start up immediately when we walked away. It was and is heartbreaking to hear my child crying like the world abandoned him. It also doesn’t help that he makes an ‘mmm’ sound before he cries and taken altogether it really sounds like ‘mam’. So my poor boy is yelling ‘mam’ and trying to look for us. It made this a very long week. Luckily it seems like we are over the bump and heading back to a normal schedule sleepwise. Hallelujah.

Poop. Google has a lot to say about baby poop. Frequency, texture, color, etc. I have been scouring the web because Baby A hadn’t pooped for 16(!) days. 16 DAYS! Some websites say it’s totally normal, others say that my baby is going to implode. This warranted a trip to the doctor to make sure our baby wasn’t going to fill up with so much poop that his eyes turned brown. The doctor was amazed that he hadn’t pooped in so long, was happy, and his tummy was soft. So she told us to pretty much wait it out. It finally came out today. All of it like a poop dam had burst and flooded his diaper and surroundings with a liquidy barrage of poo. He wiped out his door bouncer, his towel, and his outfit before I picked him up to do some damage control. I laid him on a plastic bag and tried to clean him up. Using wipes was like spitting on a forest fire. It was just smearing everywhere. There were pools on the bag, and his hands kept hitting it and spreading it around. It was on his hands, body, feet, and all over me. 

(Had to take a break to save my little booger from him nap. Apparently he thought he was done.)

Back to the poop explosion. After it looked like I was trying to fingerpaint in the poop I gave up and took him to the bathroom to be hosed down. I carried him under his arms away from my body so I wouldn’t increase the damage. We got in the tub and I held him under the facet until he was clean, soaped him up then got out and dried him off. With a new towel because his was collateral damage. Despite being in it up to my eyeballs I was so happy he finally went! I called hubs at work and told him because I knew we were both worried about it. I also sent him a picture of the mess. Thankfully for you I will spare you that.