So a few days ago, my husband came home from work and took control of our little one so I could run up to the store. I dashed out of the house following a full day of baby loving, went to the store, and was back home just in time for Haddie’s bath. As I sat there cooing at my precious girl in the tub, pondering how I could have been blessed with such a cutie, Ryan grabbed the side of my shirt and goes, “Um Kristen…what is this?” Glancing down at the stain in question, I instantly realize that I’d been wandering around our local Publix with baby poop down the side of my shirt. It’s official; I’ve been initiated into the mom club.
At a different time in my life, I probably would have been repulsed by this. There would have been a serious possibility of gagging and dry heaves, but with my brand new set of mom goggles, I simply threw my head back and laughed. What’s even stranger than the lack of disgust for my fecal-stained shirt? The fact that when I finished cracking up, I stared down at my child and decided I loved her even more.
You see, in that moment, I think I realized just how much my life has changed. My sweet, little girl has become my entire life, and even though there are some rough, disgusting moments, there is nothing that can change the way I feel about her. My disdain for bodily fluids is a thing of the past (where my child is concerned, at least), and my severely weak gag reflex has found its inner strength.
This past week, our little one has been sick with her first cold (poor babe!) and this new found strength has certainly been put to the test. There has been an abundance of snot and saliva, mostly found in my hair as of late, and yet somehow I still find myself loving her more and more. You should see me busting out my NoseFrida to suck her little boogers out with a smile on my face each time. I’m pretty sure I could give Super Woman a run for her money!
How about you guys, anybody have any gross mom stories they’d like to share?