Those who have been new mothers know that those first few weeks can make you a little, well, crazy. You've got that hormonal shift from being pregnant to bonding with a baby, you haven't slept for longer than a couple of hours at a once for many days, people keep showing up at your house while you're in your bathrobe (YES at 6:00 in the evening) and if you're REALLY lucky, like I was, you'll find yourself unable to sleep most of the time anyway.
Hormones. Crazy.
Throw in a problem with breastfeeding and you're just asking for a meltdown. Or five. When The Parasite was two weeks old she decided that she wasn't so much interested in providing us with evidence that she was getting enough to eat. That's right, she decided poopin' was for suckers. I was beside myself with worry. After a few days we called the doctor, they said give it a week. On day 10, we were going to have to take her to the hospital. On day 9, she decided to let loose. And boy, did she ever make up for lost time.
It was The Husband's turn. And as the disgusting mess was happening right before our eyes, I started to snicker. And then giggle. And then laugh. And then I didn't stop. I laughed until my face was wet with tears and I was on the floor, clutching my sides in pain, but I did not stop. I laughed until I couldn't breathe, and then I laughed some more. Stress and exhaustion came to a head and released as I laughed, and laughed, and laughed. It has been two and a half years since The Night Of Which We Do Not Speak and I still smile when I think about how much better that laugh made me feel. It really is the best medicine.
This post is part of GBE2 - Week #27 word prompt: Laughter. For more info, click here.
12 comments:
Okay, I'm goin' for the cheap one here! What a shitty story! What a shitty thing to do to husband! What a shitty thing to laugh uncontrollably over!
Got that out of my system. I laughed, too!
HA HA!! We went through this with my older daughter 16 days with no BM and I thought something was seriously wrong.
Apparently-on Day 17 she let us know nothing was wrong--and I changed a diaper about every 20 minutes--or so it seemed.
Funny--I recall a smile on her face as if she planned it all along :)
Thanks for bringing back memories and making me laugh!! Enjoy that little baby!! Cheers, Jenn.
Great story! Good thing it's not "The Night of Which We Do Not Type"! We never would have heard about it.
LOL! I've owned and operated a daycare for almost 30 years, so my kids grew up around babies, toddlers and preschool aged kids. At one point, my oldest had had about enough of the poopy babies and she made up a song:
"Babies are gross little people! Yes, babies are gross little people! They're stinky and they're smelly and they're not always that cute. Yes, babies are gross little people!"
That daughter now has two kids of her own, but the song has been passed down from kid to kid in the daycare and all these years later, it lives on. Ask any of my four-year-olds, and they'll happily sing it for you. :O)
I love those moments of hysterical laughter when you just can't stop!
Awesome story! I'm still giggling over the image.
Did baby then wipe her brow with the back of her hand and say "Whew! I'm glad that's over!"?
enjoyed that story.
Hilarious! Thanks for the belly laugh.
oh, my, gosh.. this was so funny.. thanks for sharing...
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Oh wow. That made me laugh aloud, here, in front of people who have no idea why I'm laughing... which makes me laugh more... *Cackle* Th joys of parenthood summed up in one post. Brilliant!
@Jo, we've cracked wise on that one ever since too, usually with shit puns.
@Jenn, they do like to keep tired, stressed moms on their toes, don't they?
@Mike, it's true, and the world would be a poorer place for not having had the chance to laugh at The Husband's misery.
@WordNerd, that's been the biggest eye-opener about parenting - that something so cute could be so very, very gross.
@Jane, best tension reliever. Ever. Also, pretty sure a big belly laugh qualifies as a ab workout.
@TrooperThorn, no but The Husband did.
@Suzy, thanks!
@GPD, you're welcome. Good to have one of those every once in a while.
@danneromero, welcome! The long distance thing must be... interesting. I promise, poop tales are rare.
@Mojo, it was my first real experience with "if I don't laugh, I'll cry". I'm glad I went with laugh!
I know that laugh! Oh yes! Thanks for sharing. I also was gifted with an infrequent pooper w/ my first child. (Aren't you glad I shared that in my first comment ever?) ;)
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