I am not one for smelly poop...especially when it comes to babies. You see when I gave birth to Mason my mother always wondered what in the world I was going to do when he pooped. My stomach CANNOT handle the looks or smell of babies poop. Even now. It was truly a challenge for me. I would make O'Neil change his diaper when he pooped as often as humanly possible. Then the dreaded day came when he had severe diarreah (cha cha cha) and I was ALONE. Yes alone. OMG what was I to do? I called O'Neil at work crying please come home I cannot do this as I was gagging and eyes tearing up and damn near just about to throw up on him. He was taking Augementin at the time and it was just running right through him. I was hysterical. So I decided that I would get out the painter's mask that I had from when I was 9 months pregnant painting his room ,because O'Neil wasn't moving fast enough for my likings, and put on my latex gloves to tackle this job. I am woman I can do this...or so I thought...OMG I drew the line when it was up to his freaking chest in shit and screaming and I was crying and gagging. This had been going on for quite a few hours at this point and I was on the breaking point.
As Mason got older he then started mocking me and thought it was funny that I would gag. I would gag he would gag amking fun of me...yeah he was about 7 months old or so....smarty pants.
Elizabeth on an occasion or two would have to rescue me as well when she would come over and he would poppie.
So my friends with all that being said...i leave you with this. Because it's not only daddy's it's fruitcake mom's like me as well....
Anyone interested in being in the shit gagging gang with me lemme know...i'll make us up some do rags and we face mask and we can be a bad ass gang...bwhahahaha!!
This is soooooooo me...ENJOY!!
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