Today is momentous.
In my opinion at least.
Today I feel like I was officially initiated in to motherhood.
Sure, in these last 3 weeks I've popped a baby out of me, been at my wits end with a screaming newborn, haven't gotten more than a solid 4 hours of sleep, been pooped on, peed on, puked on, etc... but none of that made me feel more like a mom than today.
After burping my sleepy babe just after a feeding there was puke... everywhere. So while I was cleaning up myself and her, I laid her down on my lap. The old familiar sound of a freshly soiled diaper rang through the air. I thought nothing of it, finished cleaning Izzie's face and picked her up to continue the burping. Only to discover her entire back was covered and I mean covered in poop. Her brand new white jammies, the color of mustard.
I took Izzie to the changing table trying my best not to contaminate the just washed cover (side note: I know it's a changing table cover and meant to be gross-i-fied but I had just washed it). All while doing this I must have jostled Izzie a little too much because she starts spitting up again. She starts to choke a little on her puke, so I have to pick up her naked only halfway clean body and have to pat her poop covered back all the while she was puking on me. I was literally waiting for her to pee on me.
No worries. I was laughing at myself the entire time.
So there you have it.
Official mom, signing off.