I am thirty years old now and in these thirty years, I have called many things and many people"my whole life". But I couldn't believe myself when tonight after putting my baby to bed I turned to my husband and said "I think his poop has become my whole life". Disgusting - might be the word with even a twenty nine years old me, for this expression.
My once in five days pooping baby has suddenly started pooping five times a day and has shown me three out of seven rainbow colours (in different shades and textures). And I am on an alert mode for these few days paying attention to his farts and staring into his ass every now and then to see if he has graced me with some more colours. The thought of inappropriate behaviour has crossed my mind many times while smelling his butt with my nose literally in there and stroking my hand in his butt crease to check for wetness. Every night before bed I make a mental note of number of poops, their appearance, accompanying sound effects and praying to God to put him back on his old pooping schedule soon.
I did write this to him in my baby journal but the irony of the fact that his waste has become the utmost important thing in my life right now, has made me share my thoughts here.
I know some day he will read my blog posts and will be really embarrassed on this one. So I apologize for that here itself.
My once in five days pooping baby has suddenly started pooping five times a day and has shown me three out of seven rainbow colours (in different shades and textures). And I am on an alert mode for these few days paying attention to his farts and staring into his ass every now and then to see if he has graced me with some more colours. The thought of inappropriate behaviour has crossed my mind many times while smelling his butt with my nose literally in there and stroking my hand in his butt crease to check for wetness. Every night before bed I make a mental note of number of poops, their appearance, accompanying sound effects and praying to God to put him back on his old pooping schedule soon.
I did write this to him in my baby journal but the irony of the fact that his waste has become the utmost important thing in my life right now, has made me share my thoughts here.
I know some day he will read my blog posts and will be really embarrassed on this one. So I apologize for that here itself.
