All About Joining The Parent's Club

Warning: This blog entry is not for the faint of heart.

I think after we signed papers to adopt Emily, we've suddenly been bombarded with the mandatory rituals that happen when you become a parent.

Ritual #1 Fever: She woke up kinda sluggish last Friday....and Oh...i don't like fevers....but I managed to keep this one under wraps...and luckily it only lasted a night. I administered children's motrin every 6-8 hours and kept a cool washcloth on her forehead to keep her temp under 101. We kept an eye on her throughout the night...to ensure she slept well. She became normal the following saturday...and so YAY....glad all those remedies worked!

Ritual #2The Car ride: Poor little girl. She gets sensitive during car rides, and we had just come from dinner. We ate a claim jumpers and she had her favorite mac & cheese & applesauce. Not the cheap stuff...the yummy gourmet toddler meal. She had been sick a little bit the previous day...but she had been feeling better. We even had Yo-gabba Gabba playing for her in the car: BAD IDEA. I forgot that focusing on something in the car may increase the symptoms of car sickness and Boy did we figure that out fast. BARF-O-RAMA...all over herself the car seat & we had about 15 min left to drive home. NOT A GOOD SMELL. Luckily, being in the medical field, I'm pretty good at blocking out the bad scents...but...poor Jason. He was driving and wanted to puke from the scent. We were trapped because we were driving through the dairy farms...and didn't know what was worse. We COULDN'T BREATHE AT ALL!!!!

Ritual #3 Play-DOH (I mean Poo-Doh): I knew it! I knew that she was just way too good for potty training. I was so proud that she has been excellent w/ making it to the potty w/out major issues. But I knew in the back of my mind I was in for it. Someday, I would face my worse nightmare.....and it happened last Monday. Luckily for Jason, he was driving home from work and didn't have to deal with this. So...normal routine...she ran to the potty....normally she would call "Ma-Poot!....Ma-Poot!" when she is done. She did say this last monday. The only difference was the scent was much more intensified when I approached her bathroom. I was thinking...well maybe she unloaded a lot this time. As I turned the corner to help clean her bottom....I was in complete Shock. Apparently she had caught some of her Poop...and thought it would be cool to play and rub it ALL over her legs....All over her ARMS...i saw some on her cheek and I literally didn't want to think the worse. I .....WAS......MORTIFIED!!!! I grabbed some gloves ...and immediately undressed her soiled clothes...but she wanted to grab onto my arms when I put her in the tub/shower....and I was like NOOOOO don't touch my arms!!! (She had poop all the way up her arms like she was wearing a long glove!) I know..... I know.....this is part of discovery for toddlers. I don't like it...but you know....it was really GROSS. I'm sparing my blog of any photo of this....although the picture in my mind is distinct. I will laugh about it later....but it was NOT funny last monday. I told Daddy about it while he was driving home....Of course he was laughing. I say it was Not fair for my body to be witheld of the appropriate amount of Oxygen on two occasions.

Anyway...i'm glad I'm able to BREATHE now...lol. It's all about the Parent's Club! :)