Just the worst...

Okay, If you don't appreciate my bowel movements, don't read this. You'll be scarred for life.  But, then you'll also miss the funniest  post I've probably ever written.

I'm going to take a shortcut here.  This is a message I wrote to my friend explaining the situation (yes, I tell my amigos all about my poopies):

omg, I can't even text this, bc it'll hurt my fingers! I just had the WORST mommy moment EVER. (lol, seriously). So, here I am sitting on the bed with Carson and I feel that spikey caterpillar feeling in my belly, like I'm going to have raunchy gas or the worst blowout ever. I hold my breath and wait for it to pass. It passes, then I immediately feel the blow out about to happen. Like, I better run. RUN, I tell you. WELL, right at that moment, Carson decides to choke. Wonderful, right? Naturally, I grab him and run for the toilet. I don't even know how I got my pants down in time. SEriously, I don't remember. I'm banging on his back and crapping at the same time. Then, get this, he's hungry. And my butt is still exploding. So, I pull up my shirt and put my booby in his mouth. He's making these nasty faces the whole time and all I could say was "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" bc you know that was grossest thing he's ever smelled. I get done, and Tim's still not home from getting Sehara, so I'm all like, what do I do? Do I put him on the floor to wipe or do I wait. I figured I had done enough damage, so I waited. Ugh. UGH. HORRIBLE. I've probably traumatized him from the toilet/potty training. Good thing their memory is similar to those of goldfish! 

 

Anyway, you can judge me, because how horrible am I?!?!  Just a bad experience.   The worst part is that I know my poor baby will have some serious cramps and blow outs himself and that's sad to think about.  Because it's all my fault, because I've eaten something that my body hates, and so will his.

Simply Ten Good Things

My friend Connie wrote about ten simply simple good things here and it's inspired me to be grateful and write about 10 things that I am thankful for. I'm not gonna make it all fancy.  Just write about what makes me feel gratitude.
1.)  My family.  Not just my husband and two wonderful children, but my mom and grandparents and everyone that helps us and supports us.

2.) My crazy friends that keep me crazy.  They know who they are.

3.) Grilled cheese sandwiches.

4.) Chili.  Never underestimate the power of chili. Seriously.

5.) Time away from the house.

6.) Doing something different; deviating from the plan.  Changing things up, moving furniture, driving on a random back-road (Tim driving, me looking at the trees). 

7.) Music that motivates me to move.

8.) Baby farts.

9.) Diet Dr. Pepper and the caffeine-free kind.

10.) Breastfeeding.  I was extremely worried that something would go wrong, but we're both doing great with it.  Yeah, it gets hard being the only one who can feed him but I wouldn't have it any other way.

My New Baby

Words cannot express the love that I feel for my new son.  I am so blessed to be able to have a safe delivery and a healthy baby, and a clean and happy/calm environment to take him home to.  He is almost two weeks old and I am obsessed. I'm addicted to him.  I can't get enough baby kisses, I am so glad that I'm the only one who can feed him so I get some special time with him every two hours.
He grunts all the time when he's awake or when he is in the process of waking up.  It kills Tim during the night!  He is so attuned to Carson at night time, he even startle-awakens to check on him making sure he's still breathing and the covers aren't covering his nose.
He's the best baby ever.  He cries only when he has gas, gets changed, and gets buckled into the car seat and really it's only whimpering. 
His eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue.  I understand that could change and if it does... they would be the most beautiful shade of whatever color they are. :)
I really can't go an hour without holding him and I don't have to worry about that unless he has visitors, but, I don't complain because they need to bond with him too. 
Carson has the most gorgeous fingers and toes.  Except his big toes, those are mine and not so pretty...  His nail beds make Asain's look like nothing special, that's how pretty they are.  Perfect shape.
He's really grumpy if you wake him up or move him while he's sleeping.  I guess he gets this from me. 
We just gave him a pacifier a day ago and he doesn't appreciate it.  We won't force it.