more joys of parenting

Gabriel fell asleep on the drive home from our new mom's group, and to my surprise, he was still sleeping 4 hours later. Normally, I'd say that you should never wake a sleeping baby, but I'm always nervous that too much sleep in the daytime will equal not enough sleep at night, so I woke him up. Of course, as soon as he woke up he decided that he was frantically hungry, so he was not pleased with my decision to change his diaper before I fed him. He was getting himself worked up, and I picked him up for a moment in between taking off the dirty diaper and putting on the clean one to soothe him. As I set him back down on the couch, I felt warmth coming through my sweater and realized, far far far too late, that he was peeing on me. And on the couch, and on the floor, and on the changing pad, over his whole outfit, and through my sweater and t-shirt and jeans, and splattered on my computer and soaking into the rug.

The worst part was that he was so hungry, I didn't know what to do. Everything was wet with pee, both of us included, but he was starving and I couldn't take the time to clean anything up, so we plopped down on the couch soaked in pee to nurse. After a few minutes he was calm enough that I could throw some cleaner over the furniture and floor and peel off my clothes, but it was an interesting evening, to say the least.

Serves me right for not wanting to share my computer, right?




Hee! I peed on my mom!