Let's see what has happened since we walked into our apartment at about 9 pm yesterday night (15 hours after walking out of our other domicile):
- I woke up feeling a bit damp at 3 am. Leaky-diarrhea-diaper damp (yes, we cosleep for any new readers).
- While searching for clean sheets the fusspot was rolling around on the bed and rolled right over the edge, through the slates on her new bed guard rail (which will be shipped back to amazon later today) and fell only to the floor. Thankfully she seemed entirely unhurt, landed on her hands, and did not even pause in her fussing.
- Left her out to air after her diaper change. She pooed all over the floor (messy diarrhea poo. And yes, I know diarrhea is hard to identify in babies but going with the definition of more than one poo per hour of an unusual sort - she got it. Did I mention we were in transit for 15 hours yesterday?).
But the bliss part? Not having to deal with any of it alone.
1 comment:
Yikes! I haven't had the... er, horror(?) of waking up like that.
Sorry the fusspot fell of the bed. If it makes you feel any better, Liam fell off our bed AGAIN! /bangs head on wall/ The good thing is that we already dropped our bed, so he fell maybe eight inches and caught his fall with his hands. No big deal. No bumps or bruises this time. It's a scary thing though. Glad she's okay.
Also, have fun with your hubby! :-)
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