Floating Baby Poo

I had a first tonight. While taking his bath and scrubbing the little peanut clean, I noticed Max was a little off. As we were playing, he started to get red in the face and the little vien on the side of his head started to bulge. This usually indicates one of two things, a nice poo or some gas. I was praying for the latter. So, I picked him up and saw nothing there - with great relief. You see, I love my baby with all of my heart, but I am still not quite acclimated to changing baby poo diapers. It still just get's to me a little.

I could never understand why my sisters would always jump at the chance to change a baby diaper. It always gagged me and I just couldn't do it. Now that I have my own little baby, I get it. It's the bonding, but I prefer so many other ways to bond. Well, needless to say, we continue playing and then he gets that look again, but this time he bends over and pushes like I have never seen before! I couldn't help laughing and as I was cracking a little joke to him, I thought I better pick him up to check. This time, I was not so lucky. Up pops a little turd and I almost gagged. I was aghast and I didn't know how to react. Looking down at Max, I could tell he wasn't done yet and I didn't know what to do!

Do I leave the turd in there, drain the water and then pull out the kid? Do I pull the kid out immediately and risk turds on the floor or in my arms? I mean, there are no helpful tips or articles on this in Parent magazine. I was just dumbfounded and grossed out.

I let Max finish his biz and then I drained the tub, removed the poo, cleaned the tub and threw him back in for a butt rinse...all the while gagging inside. I didn't want to scar the babe for life so I played cool on the outside, but seriously, it was just about the worst thing.

I realize I sound like such a rookie and I am proud to admit that I am. And I know that this is probably minor in the gross events to come in our lives together, but oh my goodness!

The floating baby poo just about did me in...