Sympathy Pain

Everytime Tony gets near the toilet, I think of this clip.

I’m feeling better…thank (insert deity here). It was nasty. I have little energy…but I have kept food in. Tony’s doing much better…but hasn’t pooped since his last nasty diaper yesterday morning. We’re waiting…
 

It’s a Jack weekend. We had bet Sarah to the house. She and Tony came in and we started discussing our evening plans. She had picked up stuff to make pizza…which is an awesome dinner project for her and Jack. He loves doing it…and it turns out tasting amazing.
 

My allergies have gone nuts…mostly due to the lack of medicine in the last few days. I also realize I’m out of some of it. So I decide to run to the store. Jack wants to stay and play Wii. Tony is in his exersaurcer…looks like a good time for a quick trip…
 

…until I pass the Binja.
 

“Um…damn…he’s…” The smell leaves me in a Neanderthalic, monosyllabic state.
 

“What”‘ Sarah asks? At this point I really have to stop myself from shrugging and walking out the door like I had no idea what lurked below.
 

I pick up Tony, “I think…”
 

“Oh yeah…”she says, seeing a wet spot growing on the back of his camouflage outfit. “Just put him in the sink.”
 

I paused somewhere in the kitchen…and it was there that we started fully understanding what we were dealing with. Some green liquid dripped out of or son’s one-sie, sown his leg and onto the floor.

“Um…damn…”I’m very eloquent in these situations.
 

“We’ll just cut him out.” Sarah states. She’s done this before.
 

I can’t really describe what came out of that child. I can state that the “6-13lbs” on the diaper box doesn’t mean it will hold that much…but it sure tried.
 

So, we threw away the outfit with the diaper…The baby was rinsed off like a dog who had rolled in its own feces…and my nausea returned with force…but he was a much happier baby for the rest of the evening.

My son is very excited about his little brother. I’ve been trying to get him ready…talking about the baby, having him help pick out the ceiling fan, etc. So when I heard there was a “Sibling Class”, I jumped on it. It seem’s like he was in diapers himself not to long ago.
Ok, I didn’t jump. It was more of a leap interrupted thanks to all the activities we are involved in. Even yesterday, it was a scheduling challenge to say the least. But we got there on time.
I figured it would be a little rudimentary, but I wanted to get him involved.

It was mostly aimed towards children under 5. He was slightly bored for most of the class. He did get to diaper…his Sneetch doll. We laughed alot about that. The Sneetch will stay in Tony’s room…without the diaper for now. He also colored in what he thought the baby would look like…blue eyes and red hair…alot like his own. We took a tour of the hospital and he was able to see a new born.

“When do they get to go home? when they can crawl?”
There will be nights that we wish that was the fact…but no. It did start some conversation between us, which was nice.

They had a “Molly” Puppet who had just gotten “a baby brother” Unfortunately the nurse in charge was no Cheri Lewis…but one of the kids asked if she was from Sesame Street. They puppet was the least effective part of the hour and a half class. Maybe I’ll try to get in touch with them and help out with that. See a need. Fill a need.

So, over all, the class was good for both of us. We got to be at the hospital, see the room Tony will be delivered in, see a little baby, and diaper a Sneetch. I think Dr. Seuss would approve…and then Jack went on to recover 4 fumbles and make several tackles in their 6th straight win of the season…

So if you have a little one, and our having another, go ahead and go to a “sibling class” at you local women’s clinic. It’s a good chance to learn and open up a conversation.

Thanks to Jessica for this article.
Growing ‘Diaper-Free’ Movement Relies on Babies’ Instincts, Body Language

His mother took the diaper-less tot to a tree in the yard, held him in a squatting position and made a gentle hissing sound — prompting the infant to relieve himself on cue before he rushed back to play. Um…A tree in the yard…we called that redneck growing up…

It makes her happy though, right? She smiles, she’s happy. As Sarah has learned, babies grin when pooping. But don’t we all sometimes…does that mean we are happy? Sometimes.