Well it's been a full month at home with the new little man, and I've already learned a few things...
First of all, the penis is as scary a thing as I feared! At changing time, I still just kind of stare it, not really knowing what to do with it. The damn thing terrifies me. And there are more cracks and crevices to wipe around than with a girl, I hate to tell all you "cleaning it is so easy" advocates. I am proud to announce, however, that I have yet to be peed on. I call that a parenting-a-boy success. Danny, for the record, has been peed (and pooed) on numerous times. Sucker.
Next, I would like to say that, so far, Jax has proven himself to be a typical man. My boobs have never been bigger, and he enjoys them. Every. Two. Hours. Okay, so that's settled down a little bit since the first week we brought him home. But seriously... every two hours?! When a friend of mine asked how it was going with him, and I mentioned this, she said, "Yup! That's a boy for you!" For those of you who don't know, I'm a great advocate of breastfeeding, but I'm the first to admit I hate it. I hate every single minute of doing it, and every two hours made me want to chop them off.
Also, like a man, this little boy can fart. I mean, the girls were all gassy at this age too, but Jax can clear a room! More than once I've yelled at Danny, only to discover it was actually Jax's handiwork smelling up the car. And once he pooped so loud, it stopped Ella stone-cold in the middle of a tantrum.
We've also had some of the regular poo blow-outs. As a mother of an infant, you quickly learn to pack extra clothes and blankets and wipes when travelling in case your darling little child decides to shit right through their clothes. We've experienced it with both girls, and we were pretty sure we had seen the worst of the worst. Until Jax. I had stopped at the EI office in Kentville, and had just finished feeding Jax (it had been two hours, after all!). I heard him poop and immediately smelled the stinky little bugger. I needed to cover myself back up, so I handed him to Danny sitting in the front seat beside me. Danny was burping him while I was putting away "the girls" when he lifted one hand up and said, "Oh my God, I think he pooped through his clothes." I laughed a little bit, and then got ready to change him. Of course we were on the side of the road in Kentville, so we had to change him on the back seat. I laid him down on a blanket in the back seat and unbuttoned his clothes. I took a little peek and discovered, to my horror, that this little poop explosion reached the back of his neck. I took a step back to regroup and started gathering supplies. Wipes. Lots of them. Extra shirt. Clean diaper. Somewhere to put the dirty wipes (we were going to be using a lot). We stumbled here, but then realized empty Tim Horton cups would work just fine. It started out being a calm task, then it seemed like the poop just got everywhere! It was on his feet, his elbows, his stomach... and I didn't even have his clothes off yet (which of course, were also covered!). I started the roll-and-tuck manouever with his onsie, trying to get it over his head without smearing the stuff any further. It was not successful. By the time I lifted his shirt over his head, he had poop in his hair, his shoulders, and all over my hands. We stuffed two cups full of dirty wipes, which Danny dutifully held onto while I did the scrubbing. It took what seemed like an eternity to finally get him cleaned off, and when I was finished and he was smelling sweet like roses again, I surveyed the damage. We had used every single baby wipe in our bag to clean him off. Not to mention we now had coffee cups filled to the brim with dirty wipes, and not a garbage can to be seen. Oh, and I had poop all over my hands and up my arms... and no wipes. Fantastic! I found some poop bags that we use when walking Charlie and quickly tied up his soiled clothes and the coffee cups. Luckily, we also had Lysol wipes in the car. While too strong for baby's bottom, they did wonders for me. I stood on the sidewalk, cleaning myself off and happened to take a look around. Right behind us, watching the whole scene was a nice elderly couple on their veranda. And they were laughing. Yeesh, they could have at least invited us in to use their sink!
The rest of Jax's first month has been (thankfully) fairly uneventful. We are still adjusting to life, and hoping desperately that Jax soon finds a better sleep schedule. I took a good two weeks to recover from the labour ordeal, and am starting to get back some of the energy I lost. Jax has begun gracing us with those first real smiles, and they are adorable! He's a little camera shy, and I have yet to catch one yet on the camera. But I will!
Overall, I would call month one with the boy a success. Although new "boy" things surprise me every day, I'm getting used to having the little man in the house. Life is slowly returning to a new normal!
Next, I would like to say that, so far, Jax has proven himself to be a typical man. My boobs have never been bigger, and he enjoys them. Every. Two. Hours. Okay, so that's settled down a little bit since the first week we brought him home. But seriously... every two hours?! When a friend of mine asked how it was going with him, and I mentioned this, she said, "Yup! That's a boy for you!" For those of you who don't know, I'm a great advocate of breastfeeding, but I'm the first to admit I hate it. I hate every single minute of doing it, and every two hours made me want to chop them off.
Also, like a man, this little boy can fart. I mean, the girls were all gassy at this age too, but Jax can clear a room! More than once I've yelled at Danny, only to discover it was actually Jax's handiwork smelling up the car. And once he pooped so loud, it stopped Ella stone-cold in the middle of a tantrum.
We've also had some of the regular poo blow-outs. As a mother of an infant, you quickly learn to pack extra clothes and blankets and wipes when travelling in case your darling little child decides to shit right through their clothes. We've experienced it with both girls, and we were pretty sure we had seen the worst of the worst. Until Jax. I had stopped at the EI office in Kentville, and had just finished feeding Jax (it had been two hours, after all!). I heard him poop and immediately smelled the stinky little bugger. I needed to cover myself back up, so I handed him to Danny sitting in the front seat beside me. Danny was burping him while I was putting away "the girls" when he lifted one hand up and said, "Oh my God, I think he pooped through his clothes." I laughed a little bit, and then got ready to change him. Of course we were on the side of the road in Kentville, so we had to change him on the back seat. I laid him down on a blanket in the back seat and unbuttoned his clothes. I took a little peek and discovered, to my horror, that this little poop explosion reached the back of his neck. I took a step back to regroup and started gathering supplies. Wipes. Lots of them. Extra shirt. Clean diaper. Somewhere to put the dirty wipes (we were going to be using a lot). We stumbled here, but then realized empty Tim Horton cups would work just fine. It started out being a calm task, then it seemed like the poop just got everywhere! It was on his feet, his elbows, his stomach... and I didn't even have his clothes off yet (which of course, were also covered!). I started the roll-and-tuck manouever with his onsie, trying to get it over his head without smearing the stuff any further. It was not successful. By the time I lifted his shirt over his head, he had poop in his hair, his shoulders, and all over my hands. We stuffed two cups full of dirty wipes, which Danny dutifully held onto while I did the scrubbing. It took what seemed like an eternity to finally get him cleaned off, and when I was finished and he was smelling sweet like roses again, I surveyed the damage. We had used every single baby wipe in our bag to clean him off. Not to mention we now had coffee cups filled to the brim with dirty wipes, and not a garbage can to be seen. Oh, and I had poop all over my hands and up my arms... and no wipes. Fantastic! I found some poop bags that we use when walking Charlie and quickly tied up his soiled clothes and the coffee cups. Luckily, we also had Lysol wipes in the car. While too strong for baby's bottom, they did wonders for me. I stood on the sidewalk, cleaning myself off and happened to take a look around. Right behind us, watching the whole scene was a nice elderly couple on their veranda. And they were laughing. Yeesh, they could have at least invited us in to use their sink!
The rest of Jax's first month has been (thankfully) fairly uneventful. We are still adjusting to life, and hoping desperately that Jax soon finds a better sleep schedule. I took a good two weeks to recover from the labour ordeal, and am starting to get back some of the energy I lost. Jax has begun gracing us with those first real smiles, and they are adorable! He's a little camera shy, and I have yet to catch one yet on the camera. But I will!
Overall, I would call month one with the boy a success. Although new "boy" things surprise me every day, I'm getting used to having the little man in the house. Life is slowly returning to a new normal!
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