It’s been 8 very interesting, fun-filled, and occasionally nerve-racking months since my girls were born. During these 8 months, I’ve been witness to quite a few things. I’ve seen them giggle, coo, and start to become mobile. Then there’s the projectile vomiting and random diaper blow-outs. While the coos will become words, and the crawling will turn to walking, there will still be diapers. Since the day they were born, I’ve been changing diapers. I could have let the nurses do it in the hospital, but I wanted to know what I was in for. I’d heard of meconium, but I was simply surprised at how nasty it could really be. Luckily, that only lasted the first couple of days, and then their diaper contents began to change. Now here we are 8 months later, and I estimate that they’ve had around 2200 diaper changes. Maybe I’ve changed half of those. With each diaper change comes a unique experience: different colors, shapes, sizes and consistencies. That last one can be scary if you’re not prepared.
As we all know, what you eat directly impacts what your body…discards…later on. The food options for babies are more than what most would think. Not only are there various cereals (rice, oatmeal and barley), but there are fruit versions of those as well. Don’t even get me started about jarred foods: carrots, green beans, and squash all ground to a lovely puree. Think apple butter, but not nearly as appetizing. And it doesn’t stop there. There’s a tasty chicken & rice combo, a lasagna with meat sauce, and even mac ‘n’ cheese. All mushed down to a fine paste. Surely I’ve forgotten something. Oh yes…fruits! Of course, we wouldn’t want to deprive them of applesauce, bananas, and pears. But there’s one fruit option I’m kinda surprised they made – prunes. Nature’s laxative. The Drano to your clogged pipes. Okay, you get the picture. Well, remember those unique diaper changing experiences? Now I have another one to add to the list. Are you familiar with the sound a cappuccino machine makes? You know, that frothy, gurgling sound. That was the noise I heard as she emptied her bowels. Who knew something so cute and innocent could make that sound? She seemed as startled as I was. I took her over to the changing table and got ready to unveil the horrors within. I knew it was going to be bad, but it had to be done. Imagine a once fresh diaper pummelled relentlessly with fistfuls of grape jelly. Still wet, warm, and…everywhere. Now imagine that happening multiples times per baby. Words just don’t justice to the nastiness.
Needless to say, we’ve learned our lesson and won’t be feeding them prunes again. Ever!
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