A Visit From The Poop Fairy

Eric was hesitant for me to post this, but I really felt like I needed to document this. Eric, however, came up with the lovely name for this post. As you can tell, it deals with poop. Yes, fecal matter. If that grosses you out in any way, you'd better just skip this post and surf on over to another post or another website altogether!


Here's the story:


Last Thursday was pretty much just like any other. Crying baby, potty training toddler. Alena had one accident that morning, but pooped in her potty after the accident. Sweet :) So I put a diaper on her, and sent her off to bed for naptime. Often, she lays in her bed and talks to herself before actually falling asleep. That day was one of those days, so I didn't think anything of it. I went about cleaning up from lunch, eating mine, and fed the baby. Levi fell asleep, so I decided to lay down, too, and catch a much needed nap. I didn't sleep much the night before because Levi was up so much!


No sooner did I lay down than Alena starts crying and didn't stop. I went in her room and I immediately smelled an overwhelming poop smell. I knew that it could only mean one thing: she had dumped in her diaper. She's done it before. So, I go to her bed to get her up and take her to the changing table when she says something about "poo poos" and holds out her hands. All I saw was a dark color, and my kid is white. Then, I turned on the light:

Yes, she had pooped. And, somehow it got out of her diaper and managed to be smeared all over her pillow, sheets, and herself. She even got some on the wall. I'm not sure how she did it, but she did! I was in shock, and, luckily, started laughing! I'm so glad I did that because I could totally have been super duper mad! I had to leave the room because I was going to pee my pants!

Anyway, this photo was taken after I started to strip the bed of things that I deemed unscathed by the disaster. I just had to take photos. I anticipate that these will humiliate her at a later date, but she's a Cerkas/DeNamur, so she'll have to get over it. There will be much worse things that she will see, hear, and experience by being part of the family.

With that in mind, I took a few more photos to really capture the gravity of this situation:

She is amazed at what happened...

Yes, that is poop hanging off of her cheek. We suspect that she may have ingested at least a little bit, which it totally not cool :(

With no other real option, I picked her up, asked her not to touch me or anything else, and ran for the bathtub! Of course she starts spastically kicking her legs as we go down the carpeted hallway, spewing a couple of little nuggets helter skelter. I threw her into the tub, hoping that she wouldn't touch much, and turned on the shower. I am that mean mom. I let her "soak" and told her to get the poop off of herself while I carefully put her sheets, pillow, Lamby, and blankets on the porch. Then, I stripped her clothes off and added them to the pile. She got an impromptu bath/shower, and then back to a freshly made bed! And she slept! And so did I... finally!

Eric thought that it was pretty kind of her to leave a little nugget in the bathtub for when he got home :) So there you have it, the craziest thing that has happened thus far for me as a parent. I realize that it will probably get worse, but this one will always rank right up there for me. Thank you, Alena, for giving me another badge on my mommy sash - poop slayer!