Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Poo

M doesn't deal with poo. He has a hyperactive gag reflex that is triggered by the sight and smell of most bodily excretions. He doesnt do pooey nappy changes, if he did I would be left with not just shit, but a pool of vomit to clean as well. How convenient for him.

I am not so squeamish. There is no room to be, I have no choice but to deal with Cs poo almost every day. Most days its ok, I manage to disattach from the sight and smell. But even I have my limits.

This week I have the flu and everything is more difficult. Just taking care of Cs daily needs has been wearing me out. Feeding, bathing and dressing him is enough for me, never mind the cooking and cleaning. Yesterday I was building energy to do the dishes. Ready to go I realised C has pooed which needed to be dealt with immediately as it had already leaked from the cloth nappy and into his clothes. The second poo already that day, and in cloth nappies, I was in no mood. My headache, drippy nose and tiredness weren't helping

I whipped off his clothes, cleaned him and stuck the cloth nappy under the shower to rinse. That sounds very spritely but in truth I was dragging myself around, snuffling and grumbling. I left C nuddy on the couch while I grabbed nappy number three. Of course he doesn't stay still on the changing mat these days and when I returned he was sitting up, happily chewing the remote control and shitting all over the couch. Not just on the top, but down the cracks between the cushions.

I wont even write anymore, the next twenty minutes were not my finest. Trying not to lose it with C (its not his fault he's not toilet trained and was without a nappy) but fuming at the situation, I grabbed a disposable nappy and put him in it (I finally realised that cloth nappies and sick mothers don't go well). I plonked him in another room to prevent him messing with the the shit and chemicals I would have to use to clean it.

Various disinfectants and scrubbing brushes and buckets of water later the couch was reasonable again. I however was beat. The dishes would have to wait for another day.

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