Yes, that's right.
I got hit.
With poop.
All down my shirt.
It was that lovely, stinky, runny breastmilk poop.
Yeah, so, um....Happy Breastfeeding Awareness month. I know I'm certainly more aware.
And, no, this isn't really a tale. It's more.....let's call it sharing an experience.
So Mommyhood really CAN be the shits sometimes.
When Lily was a few weeks old, Matty, who was wearing a blue t-shirt, was changing her and picked her up by putting his hands around her tummy, thus squeezing yellow poop onto his shirt leaving a huge green spot.
ReplyDeleteIt always happened to us while we were in a nice restaurant. I would end up bathing the baby in the bathroom sink and praying that what was on my outfit was not so noticeable.
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