So I started a post about this a week or so ago. But I stopped because it seemed so stupid to blog about. I realized people who aren't parents wouldn't appreciate it. May even be slighty grossed out by it. Then it happened again and I realized that it was meant to be. So here it is: WARNING: This is a grossish topic that while a parent may feel is "blog-worthy" others may think is a blog killer.
16 months, 2 weeks and 1 day. That's how long it was. The blissful ignorance that was bathtime. I had heard the horror stories. I was happy to read them and sympathize but not have my own story to share. Even my close friends have had it happen. Their kids are still adorable, happy children. So what is this horror that I was so blissfully ignorant about yet silently praying for A not to say out loud and jinx the whole process.
Poop in the tub.
Yup.
16 months, 2 weeks and 2 days is how old N was the first time he pooped in the tub. Just a couple little ones and luckily A and I were both in the room. We tag teamed the situation and all was good. We drained and scrubbed the bathtub, filled it and rescrubbed N and continued on with the evening.
Fast forward to this evening. A was just leaving the house for a little while. N was playing in the tub and I was sitting on the floor telling N that he had 2 mins to play before we started scrubbing. He looked at me and said "poopies" (which sounded like boobies so it took me a couple seconds to figure out) and I said do you need to poopy? Then 2 weeks ago flashed painfully through my mind and I stood up and saw N sitting next to the biggest poop I've ever seen from him. I grabbed him out of the tub then stood there for a minute at a loss as to what to do! Last time I had A there to help, now what do I do? A was still in the house and came in and asked if he could help, but I knew he had to go so I said no no, just go, I've got it. But, then what? So A did go and get some wipes and clean N up then left and closed N into the bathroom with me while I sprayed the tub with clorox clean-up and rinsed, then filled it with a couple inches (all while N was running around naked) and scrubbed N down. Then moved on with the night.
So as I was scrubbing the tub I thought, really, 16 months, 2 weeks and 1 day with no poop in the tub, then in 2 weeks, 2 incidences? Is this like drinking beer? When the first time you the go bathroom after you start drinking beer you break the seal and then have to pee every 2 minutes? I don't think I'd be ok with that. I can't handle picking poop out of the tub every 2 weeks.
So here's hoping that that's the last of it. That we can now go much longer than 16 months, 2 weeks and 1 day before we have to deal with poop in the tub again (like until we have another kid).
Keep your fingers crossed...
