Back in the pre-solid-food days in my household, poopy diapers were something my husband and I had to check for. If our baby was fussy, we peeked in the side of the leg gussets to check for yellow. If it had been a couple hours since the last diaper change, we peered down the back of the diaper to check for any mess. Sometimes she had poop in her diaper for quite awhile before anyone realized the need for a change.
I miss the days when we weren’t sure if a diaper was poopy until we saw the poop with our own eyes. These days, we’re using a sense other than sight to determine if our daughter has gone number two.
Gone are the sweet-smelling, exclusively-breastfed, yellow poops. Taking their place are some unwelcome substitutes. This poop looks like, well, grown-up poop. And the smell. Oh, the smell! Calling it awful is an understatement.
As I said before, we’re using a sense other than sight to check for poop. Now, all it takes is a sniff within ten feet of the offending diaper, and we know what we’re dealing with. In addition, people around us are also able to alert us to messy diapers.
Although the smell is more offensive, it does lend itself to some pretty hilarious trick-playing.
Some days, when I’m feeling especially kind, I pretend I don’t know she has a stink bomb in her diaper, even though I’m sure she does. “Honey, can you smell her toosh to see if she pooped?” I innocently ask my husband. The poor guy, not sensing the evil intent behind my request, goes in for the sniff. Two minutes later, after he’s finished choking and gagging, he gasps, “Yes… yes, she definitely pooped.”
Another plus side to the “big girl” poops is the fact that she poops much less often than when she was exclusively breastfed. Sure, the poop is stinkier, but I’m only changing a few poopy diapers a day, instead of one every 1-2 hours. The poops also don’t shoot up the back of her outfits.
Call me crazy, but sometimes I even think it’s cute that she’s doing bigger poops these days. She’s getting so big!
Similar to other new moms, I am (and will continue to be) obsessed with my baby’s poop. What am I going to talk about when all of my kids are out of diapers?