In the morning, Micah had been whining quietly for some time. He wasn’t in a good mood. Usually we are summoned by a cheerful, “MAMA! MAAAAAAAAAMA!” This morning, it was a series of whimpers and cries. Yeah, there were a few “mamas” here and there, but he seemed so grumpy that I was hesitant to let him out thinking he may fall back asleep. I waited a while and then I decided to go get him. I knocked and he answered with a weak, “COME IN!”
As I entered, there was a horrible stench. He obviously had a messy diaper. As I neared Micah’s crib, he was in the corner of his crib sitting down. Usually he is standing and waiting for me to get him. Then I noticed that there were stains all over his sheets and blanket. Then I realize that it is brown. Then I realize that there is brown stuff COVERING both hands, his clothes, and part of his face & hair. I’m not even exaggerating, it looked like he had just played in a big, gloppy mud pile. There was poop everywhere. The sheer quantity of it all was outrageous. I was beyond myself. I was in shock. I’m surprised I didn’t go into labor right then and there.
I yelled to Israel for back-up. I was afraid he had ingested some too. I told Israel to take off his clothes as I ran off to started the bath water. After stripping our poor child down, I stood him in the tub and began rinsing him off. It took about 15 minutes to remove all of the brown stuff from his whole body. Then, I plugged the tub and had him sit down for a bubble bath. (Their bubble bath is scented like grapefruit so it helped the overall smell of the bathroom while at the same time, lifting his spirits.) In the meantime, Israel hand-scrubbed the poopie clothes, blankets, sheets, and mattress protector and then threw them in the washer for a pre-wash, wash, and then extra rinse.
The most pathetic part of the whole ordeal was that while I was washing him off with the warm water, he kept saying in between whimpers, “Thank you, Mama…thank you.” The poor boy – I wish I would have gotten him sooner.
The moral of this story is to never feed Micah homemade soup – complete with squash, corn, carrots, potatoes, tomatoes, cabbage, and vegetable “mandoo” – for lunch AND dinner with grapefruit for dessert. I don’t know why we didn’t see it coming. This was the worst disaster ever. It beats the Eucerin episode by a landslide.
i’m sitting at Panera and trying so hard not to laugh out loud literally cuz ppl are staring at me. hahahaha. Poor poor boy. I wonder how long he waited for someone to come to his rescue. it does beat the Eucerin post fo’sho! : ) Once again, you remind me what a gift it takes to be a parent. Two thumbs up for Israel for hand scrubbing all the poopy clothes and blankets! =)
My goodness, well, you can be thankful for his healthy digestive system. 🙂
hehehe…poor micah. what a patient and kind boy. :)love you guys!
Yuck! Parenting is not for the faint of heart! Poor Micah! Poor Judy! and Poor Israel! Sounds like only Imanuel escaped this disaster (did you check his bed yet??) 🙂 This story made me feel really sorry for Micah and yet at the same time I couldn’t stop laughing. Daniel’s wondering if you got pictures. :)love you guys! Extra hugs for Micah.
I remember when my youngest did the exact same thing. He had pulled off his diaper in the playpen and it was all over everything including the floor and his fingers which he was sucking on. I took the playpen outdoors and hosed it off with soap and water after taking the baby to the shower and hosing him down. My wife was not there at the time so it was just myself. She didn’t learn about it until afterward. He seems to have suffered no ill effects. This was my second experience with someone doing this, (The first time was with a patient in the nursing home when I worked as a CNA) so at least I had been initiated. Never be surprised with what can happen. The Only thing to do is pray for the patience to meet the emergencies that will surely come.
hahaha… this would be so funny had it not been so terrible. Believe it or not, I can empathize with cleaning poo. Except in my case, the “kids” were a lot older… =) I read a recent post on something like that yesterday. I must be a trend… maybe I’ll write you a ditty about it! Can’t wait to see you, Jude!
oh my, whata story!…wow, we never had it that bad :)….hope it won’t happen again…at least not with him, right?…how ar you feeling?Blessings to youi all.
I think Micah and Madigan are soul mates. We will trade these stories of poop-splosions for years to come. Camp Meeting campfires, here we come. Glad you had a 2 parent scrub n’ soak system going. I really would have been crying out to Jesus for the go-go-gadget arm of mercy on this one….
as madi would say, “nahstee”