My Sweet Hubby

He is wonderful.

As you may know…we have been having a poop problem with Sweet Girl (grandma suggested a liver function test which I think the dr. plans to do).  Last night I went out and while I was gone she managed to dribble poop out of her diaper as she walked across the living room and stuck her hands in it.  Hubby cleaned it all up (he had to because I was gone) but he did not complain about any of it!  He did complain about the nastiness of it, but never in anger or frustration.  He is a big hairy dude and by looking at him you would not immediately mark him as extremely compassionate and understanding. [Insert Awwwww]

This morning I hear Missy, “Mom! She pooped and it is leaking out!”  Hubby and I both take a deep breath and I mentally prepare to take care of it, but he was up and quickly out the door.  I hear, “I need help, now.” He was calm and matter of fact and so I too was on the scene.  He bathed her and I pulled the sheets and scrubbed the carpet.  Somehow she manages to get it in her hair and on bazaar miscellaneous items…I don’t know why I am surprised, but I always am.  End side note.

I am frustrated.  I am even a bit angry.  I have cleaned up so much poop and I have no idea how to help her and I am frustrated that my little girl cannot talk and I am sad and I am sorry for me.  Total down in the dumps, sad, stare at wall, major human moment.  I am not proud…and we all have our moments…I know.

Act II: The girls are eating breakfast and I am on a stool staring at the sink-dealing, trying to envision life in a few years and what does the future hold and wow I am a mom and just random stringing thoughts making little sense but evoking much emotion.  I immediately reset to analyze mode and start talking.  Hubby says, “This is just the way she is right now.  It is ok and you just have to laugh at these things.”  Oh the wise man he is (and I do not say that sarcastically).

This is all part of our story.  I love my hubby.

No more poop.  I sorta promise.