I normally don't blog about such things as this, but what happened on my trips to and from Arkansas are really ones for the record books. I've been a mother for almost six years and have never experienced anything like this. Let me also preface this by saying that if you have a weak stomach, are about to eat dinner, or are too cool or proper to read about anything poo related, please don't read any further. I'm afraid you'll need to put on your big girl panties for this one.
So, like I said, the boys and I took a roadtrip to Arkansas this week. We actually left on Monday evening for about a three and a half hour trip to my hometown. It was pretty uneventful for the first two hours and we were making decent time, especially since it was raining. We had just passed through Mt. Pleasant, when Bowden and I both caught wind of a very distinct smell--the kind that stays in your nostrils for a while. I knew immediately that Pierce had a dirty diaper, but thought I would just change it once we got to a gas station in the next town. We continued on for another 10 minutes or so, when Pierce started fussing. I turned around to find him flailing his hands in the air with brown stuff on his fingertips. I then looked down to see the same brown stuff coming out of the leg of his shorts. I went into emergency mode, knowing that if I didn't clean this up ASAP, I was going to have a major mess on my hands (no pun intended). I drove to the next exit and pulled off to the side of an access rode. I got him out of the carseat and stood him up on the ground so I could shimmy his shorts off. With the first tug, a decent-sized portion of the poo fell from his shorts and landed directly on top of his flip-flop and settled right down in between his toes. Lovely. By the time, I got his clothes off and layed him on the seat, he had poo on his face, chest, back, forearms, legs, right foot, toes, and, of course, all over his bottom. I worked on him for what felt like forever, during which time, Bowden was commentating from the backseat. (did I mention that it was raining outside?)
The turning point in all of this happened when I was cleaning Pierce up. I turn back to give Bowden the 'not-another-word look' and see him sitting there with Batman hanging by his feet out of Bowden's nose. I died out laughing, to which he said, "What? It smells!" It was priceless!
After it was all said and done, Pierce came out relatively clean for a boy and we made it to mom's in one piece. So, you'd think this kind of thing could only happen to a mom once in such a short period of time, unless, of course, you knew you were traveling with a child with the stomach virus, which I did not. The boys stayed at Mom's for the next two nights after this with no other signs of a stomach bug. Now, granted, he didn't feel great, but it was seemingly runny nose and cough related. Well, we headed back this afternoon and were about 45 minutes from home when Pierce started throwing up. I immediately pulled over and found that he had had another explosion in his diaper!!! This time, I was low on wipes and just had to clean him up the best I could. We made it home and Jason had no idea about the second episode because my phone was dead. He's a good man, though. I walked into a clean house, he took over with the boys and had gotten me my favorite cupcake, Lemon Ginger from Sprinkles.
Yum-O!!! And, now I just have two funny stories to tell from my trip to Arkansas in August of 09. Whew! Motherhood isn't for Sissies!