Even with the parenting and birthing classes I took when I was pregnant with the hummingbird, what I wasn’t expecting was that my husband and I would become crazy about her poop. Yes… her poop.
How much, what color, the consistency, how many wipes it took, did she have a diaper blowout? We knew the dates of certain poops and even the times filed away in our heads.
Yes, shit took over our lives that first year in particular.
When we would be talking about it, sometimes I would think to myself, fuck, I’ve become “that” parent because I could give you hours of talking about my daughter’s poop.
I had no idea that shit would take over my life so much.
The poop talk died down a few years ago but now, since we’re still in potty training mode, the talk has come back with a vengeance.
I am simply amazed at how such a ginormous poop can come out of such a little girl.
As happy as I am that the hummingbird has been doing really good with potty training, the one thing that sucks is I have an extremely weak stomach. I am the dry heave master. Anything can set it off.
So when I hear MOMMY!!! Come wipe my booty!!”, I admit I cringe a little. For some reason, poopy diapers didn’t bother me as much as wiping the butt of my 3 year-old.
But I’ll take it over the endless amount of diapers that we’ve been through.
Btw, the hummingbird has been doing so good with potty training at school as well. No accidents there. She has had a few at home and seeing her face broke my heart. I could tell how embarrassed she was but I try to push it into her head that accidents are okay.
Now excuse me. I have a booty to go wipe. No, smartass, not mine.
Did poop take over your household when you had kids?