Life as a mom is filled with ‘moments’.
Yesterday, I had a series of them that lead to a big bad one. Ronan had a serious case of diaper rash. Thanks to my mom and some cornstarch, it was nearly cleared up. One of the best remedies for diaper rash is “bare bum time” where kiddo gets to lay out with nothing on in order to air out the area. I usually grab a washcloth and lay it over his peeper to keep things under control. Just after nursing yesterday, I had laid a waterproof sheet protector on the floor, laid Ronan on it, and walked into the kitchen for something or other. When I came back, there was poop everywhere. Ronan had saved up a big one for me!
I picked him up, quickly, and put him on the changing table, where I used some wipes to quickly wipe of all of the poop, and cleaned up the waterproof pad. While I was bent over, Ronan began peeing. He peed all over himself, and all over the carpet. I didn’t even scream! I just laughed at him, and decided it was time for a bath. I carried him with me (still sans diaper) into the kitchen as I got his baby tub ready. We had a great little bath, and I brought him back into the living room to dress him. His eyes were getting sleepy and red, so I put him in the swing, and finally sat down to eat some lunch.
I took ONE bite of my sandwich, and watched as Ronan proceeded to throw up every single ounce of milk that he had previously nursed. It was a BABY-VOLCANO.
So much for clean clothes. So much for bath. So much for lunch.
Three little innocent moments that I will probably laugh about forever… but I sat there, after cleaning him up, and wondered if I’m really bad at all of this. I had an “am I a bad mom?” moment. I told Brock, “Some days I feel like I suck at this.”
Brock: No ways
My 5 week old man.