When I had Paul, I went a whole week without changing my two-year-old’s diaper. Let’s not confuse that with my two-year-old NOT having his diaper changed for a whole week. Because that would be pure insanity. And gross.
It just wasn’t me who was changing it.
The week after Paul was born, I spent seven glorious days in a euphoric newborn baby haze, playing hookie from my daily parental duties as a mom to a 7, 4, and 2-year-old. Instead, I focused on getting to know Paul better, tending to his every need. Basically, that first week I became a nursing machine, breastfeeding him from bed, day and night.
To meet the needs of the the rest of my circus, I enlisted the help and support of my “people”. And by “people,” I specifically mean my mom, sister, mother-in-law, and husband.
I learned a valuable lesson over the course of that foggy disconnected week. Ignoring your toddler and only taking care of a 7 pound 4 ounce squishy little baby nugget will mess with your head, big time.
When the awesome help finally left, and I went back to everyday life as I knew it, it was a major shock to my system. Having baby Paul made me realize just how huge my toddler really was. Suddenly, I felt like Gage weighed a million pounds!
The first time I changed Gage after I gave birth to Paul, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I lifted his heavy, lanky, little boy body up on the changing table. I pealed off his heavy and soaked size 3 diaper, and marveled at the mess. I might have I actually said out loud: Holy Man A$$!
When did his bottom become adult sized? Because compared to Paul’s cute little tar stained doll diapers, I was basically dealing with MAN TURDS.
Seriously though, bringing a baby into the house will put into perspective just how fast kids grow up.
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