A little poo for you

I really need to get one of these (It's a nursing necklace) before Bitsy pulls out all my hair and stretches out the neck lines of all my shirts while she's eating! I wish I'd found them when I was nursing BabyGirl...

I've become fairly adept at typing one handed as most of my computer time is spent with Bitsy nursing. I've nursed all 4 of my babies & feel very fortunate to not only have had a very easy go of it, but also have had loads of support. #1 Son was the only baby I didn't nurse longer than a year, but that was a rough winter & he'd take a bottle willingly, so I weaned him early.

Oddly enough, living in a rural community, you don't see a lot of breast fed babies. I assumed the opposite would be true, but statistically, rural communities do not have high breast feeding rates.

At anyrate...I was setting here a few minutes ago catching up on blogs from the weekend & nursing Bitsy when I heard the sound. If you've ever had an infant, you know the sound...it's the one that lets you know a diaper needs changing real soon.

I didn't think she'd quite finished, so I laid her down on her back, on the quilt spread on the floor. I finished reading the page I was on & turned to see her laying on her stomach (a move she's mastered in the past 2 days) with a large yellow smudge on the quilt beside her and all up her back. For those of you who aren't familiar with baby poo, especially breast fed baby poo, it's often the color and consistency of mustard. Ick. Yet another reason I won't eat mustard.

I cringed as I tried to scrape the mess off her back with a baby wipe and keep it off the quilt (at least she was topless at the time...thanks to Husband pulling off her spit up damp top an hour earlier). I finally realized it was a loosing battle and just did the best I could. I kid you not, Bitsy had poo in her arm pit.

I decided a bath would be necessary, so I got out her tub and filled it. About that time, #1 Son noticed what was going on, and noticed the quilt his sister had decorated was his. "Uh, Mommy, are you ever gonna' wash my blanket?" Yeah, Bud. As soon as I give your sister a bath I'll spray it and put it in the washer. "Oh good. I didn't want it to be poopy forever, ya' know." Yeah... I know.