Sh*t takes on a whole new meaning now.
Our relationship with poop started in the hospital when we were told to feed Isabel as much as possible to “poop the bili out”. From that moment on, each BM was accompanied with cheers, dancing, and song. Needless to say, we kept track of EVERY poop, because we were obsessive like that.
Not much has changed 6 months later.
While we no longer track all BMs, we still make a big deal out of it every time. And with Isabel starting to eat “real food”, her poops are starting to change, which makes everything a little more interesting. While they never smelled like roses, they are now pretty gag-inducing (and I know this is just the beginning). The color changes, the consistency changes; it’s like opening a smelly, mushy present! And every time you pray that (a) it isn’t EVERYWHERE and that (b) you are composed and organized enough to prevent her from sticking her feet into it and smearing it on the curtains (yes this has happened…twice).
Just the other day I found myself nose deep in Isabel’s diaper covered butt to investigate a possible BM. Like I said, we’re obsessed.
And this is what 100 Days of Poops looks like (not literally of course, that would be nasty).
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